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1 Stran. Do you observe this, Hoftilius ?
2 Stran. Ay, too well.

i Stran. Why, this is the world's foul;
Of the fame piece is every flatterer's spirit: (13)
Who can call him his friend,
That dips in the fame dish; for, in my knowing,
Timon has been to this Lord as a father,
And kept his credit with his bounteous purse:
Supported his estate ; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks,
But Timon's Silver treads upon his lip;
And yet, oh, see the monstroufness of:man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!
He does deny him (in respect of his)
What charitable men afford to beggars.
• 3 Stran. Religion groans at it,

i Stran. For mine own part, I never tasted Timon in

Nor any of his bounties came o’er mè,
To mark me for his friend. Yet, I proteft,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the beft half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart; but, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense,
For policy fits above conscience.

Enter a third Servant with Sempronius.
Sem. Muft he needs trouble me in't above all others!
He might have tried lord Lucius, or Lucullus,
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison : All these three
Owe their estates unto him.

Serv. Oh, my Lord, They've all been touch'd, and all are found base metal;


(13) Is every Flatterer's Sport.] This Senseless Corruption has run through all the Editions ; and, as I suppose, without Suspicion,


For they have all deny'd him.

Sem. How? deny'd him? Ventidius and Lucullus both deny'd him ? And does he send to me ? three! humIt shews but little love or judgment in him. Must I be his last refuge? his friends, like physicians,(14) Thriv’d, give him over? muft I take the cure On me? has much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry. He might have known my Place; I see no sente fort, But his occasions might have wooed me firit: For, in my conscience, I was the first man That e'er receiv'd gift from him. And does he think so backwardly of me, That I'll requite it last? no: So it may prove an argument of laughter To th' rest, and 'mongst Lords I be thought a fool: I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum, H'ad sent to me first, but for my mind's fake :: I'd such a courage to have done him good. But now teturn, And with their faint Reply this Answer join ; Who'bates. mine honour, shall not know my coin. [Exit.

Serv. Excellent ! your Lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politick; he cross'd himself byłt; and I cannot think, but in the end the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this Lord strives to appear foul? takes virtuous copies to be-wicked : like those that under hot, ardent, zeal would set whole Realms on fire. Of such a nature is his politick love. This was my Lord's best hope ; now all are fled, Save the Gods only. Now his friends are dead ;


bis Friends like Physicians Thriv'd, give him ever?] I have restor'd this old Reading, only amended the Pointing which was faulty. Mr. Pope, suspecting the Phrase, has Substituted Tbree in the room of brir'd, and so difarm’d the Poet's Satire. Physicians thrivid is no more than Phyficians grown rich: Only the Adjective Paffive of this Verb, indeed, is not to common in Use; and yet is it a familiar Expreffion, to this day, to say, Sucb a one is well thriven on bis Trade,


Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house. [Exit.

SCENE changes to Timon's Hall.
Enter Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, Lucius, and other fer-

vants of Timon's creditors, who wait for his coming out. Var. 7 Ell met, good-morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

Tit. The like to , .
Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together?

Luc. I think, one business does command us all.
For mine is money.
Tit. So is theirs, and ours.

Enter Philo.
Luc. And Sir Philo's too.
Phi. Good day, at once.

Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour?

Phi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. So much ?
Phi. Is not my Lord seen yet?
Luc. Not yet.
Phi. I wonder : he was wont to shine at seven.

Luc. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him:
You must consider that a Prodigal's course
Is like the sun's, but not like his recoverable, I fear :
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purfe ;
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.

Phi. I am of your ear for that.

Tit. I'll shew you how tobserve a strange event: Your Lord sends now for money.

Hor. True, he does.

Tit. And he wears jewe is now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.
Hor, Against my heart.


Luc. How ftrange it shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes !
And e'en as if your Lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.

Hor. I'm weary of this charge, the Gods can witness: I know, my Lord hath spent of Timon's wealth ; Ingratitude now makes it worse than stealth.

Var. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours? Luc. Five thousand.

Var. 'Tis too much deep, and it should seem by th'sum, Your master's confidence was above mine ; Else, surely, his had equallid.

Enter Flaminius. Tit. One of Lord Timon's men.

Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word : pray, is my Lord Ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
Tit. We attend his Lordship; pray, fignify so much.
Flam. I need not tell him that, he knows you are
too diligent.

Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled.
Luc. Ha! is not that his Steward muffled fo?
He goes away in a cloud : call him, call him.

Tit. Do you hear, Sir-
Var. By your leave, Sir.
Flav. What do you ask of me, my friend?
Tit. We wait for certain money here, Sir.
Flav. If money were as certain as your waiting,
"Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,


false masters eat of my Lord's meat ? Then they would smile and fawn upon his debts, And take down th' interest in their glutt'nous maws; You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up, Let me pass quictly :Believ't, my Lord and I have made an end ; I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

Luc. Ay, but this answer will not serve..


Flav. If ’twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you ; For you serve knaves.

(Exit. Var. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter!

Tit. No matter, what-he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? such may rail against great buildings.

Enter Servilius. Tit. Oh, here's Servilius; now we shall have some answer.

Ser. If I might beseech you gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from it. For take it of my soul, My Lord leans wond'rously to discontent: His comfortable temper has forsook him, He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

Luc. Many do keep their chainbers, are not fick:
And if he be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the Gods.

Ser. Good Gods !
Tit. We cannot take this for an answer.
Flam. [within.] Servilius, help--my Lord ! my Lord.

Enter Timon, in a rage.
Tim. What, are my doors oppos’d againft my passage ?
Have I been ever free, and must


Be my retentive enemy, my goal ?
The place, which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, shew me an iron-heart?

Luc. Put in now, Titus.
Tit. My Lord, here's my bill.
Luc. Here's mine.
Var. And mine, my

Cap. And ours, my Lord.
Phi. And our bills.

Tim. Knock me down with 'em -cleave me to the girdle.

Luc. Alas! my Lord.
Tim. Cut out my heart in sums.

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