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Ay, defiled land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,Tim.

And so
Am I to you.

2 Lord. so infinitely endeard,
Tim. All to you.-Lights, more lights.
i Lord.

The best of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon!
Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, &. Арет. .

What a coil's here !
Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums !
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship’s full of dregs :
Methinks, false hearts should never have found legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'fies.

Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I'd be good to thee.

No, I'll nothing: for,
If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left
To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st fin the faster.
Thou giv'ft so long, Timon, I fear me, thou
Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly :
What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories ?

Tim. Nay,
An you begin to rail on society once,
I am sworn, not to give regard to you.
Farewell; and come with better mufick.

(Exit. Apem.

So 0; Thou'lt not hear me now,—thou fhalt not then, I'll lock Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!




The same. A Room in a Senator's House.

Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand. Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Ifidore He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold : If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, And able horses : No porter at his gate ; But rather one that smiles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold ; no reason Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho ! Caphis, I fay!

Enter CAPHIS..

Capb. Here, fir; What is your pleasure ?

Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Timor.; Impórtune him for my monies ; be not ceas'd With slight denial ; nor then silenc'd, whenCommend me to your master and the cap Plays in the right hand, thus:--but tell him, firrah, My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn Out of mine own; his days and times are past,


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And my reliances on his fracted dates
Have smit my credit : I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger :
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Must not be toss’d and turn’d to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone :
Put on a most importunate aspect,
A visage of demand ; for, I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which falhes now a phạnix. Get you gone,

Caph. I go, fir.

Sen. I go, fir ?-take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in compt.
Capb. .

I will, fir.

Go. [Exeunt.


The same. A Hall in Timon's House.

Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his band. Flav. No care, no stop !' fo fenfeless of expence, That he will neither know how to maintain it, Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account How things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue; Never mind Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel: I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fye, fye, fye, fye!

Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro.

Сарь. .

Good even, Varro: What, You come for money?

Var. Serv.

Is't not your business too ?
Caph. It is ;--and yours too, Isidore ?
Ifid. Serv.

It is so
Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Var. Serv.

I fear it.
Caph. Here comes the lord.

Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c.

Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? What's your will ?

Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues? Whence are you?

Of Athens here, my lord. Tim. Go to my steward.

Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month :
My master is awak’d by great occasion,
To call upon his own ; and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.

Mine honest friend,
I pr’ythee, but repair to me next morning.

Caph. Nay, good my lord,

Contain thyself, good friend.
Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord,
Ifid. Serv.

From Isidore ; He humbly prays your speedy payment,

Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants,

Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, fix weeks, And past,

Ifid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord ;
And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Tim. Give me breath :-

I do


I do befeech you, good my lords, keep on ;

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords. I'll wait on you instantly.-Come hither, pray you.

How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?

Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business a
Your importunacy cease, till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Do so, my friends :
See them well entertain'd.

[Exit TIMON. Flaυ.

I pray, draw near.


Enter APEMANTUS and a Fool.

Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus; let's have some sport with 'em.

Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Ifid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. Serr. How dost, fool ?
Apem. Doft dialogue with thy shadow ?
Var. Serv. I speak not to thee.
Apem. No, 'tis to thyself.Come away. [To the Fool.

Ifid. Serv. [To Var. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.

Apem. No, thou stand'st single, thou art not on him yet. Caph. Where's the fool now?

Apem. He last ask'd the question.—Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!

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