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May catch a wrench-would all were well — tis pity-
And so, intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods,
They froze me into filence.

You gods, reward them !
I proythee, man, look cheerly: These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary :
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it feldom flows ;
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy.
Go to Ventidius,-[To a Serv.] 'Pr’ythee, [To FLAVIUS]

be not fad,
Thou art true, and honest; ingenuously I speak,
No blame belongs to thee :-[To Serv.] Ventidius lately
Bury'd his father ; by whose death, he's stepp'd
Into a great eftate : when he was poor,
Imprison'd, and in scarcity of friends,
I clear’d him with five talents : Greet him from me ;
Bid him fuppose, some good necessity
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd
With those five talents :-that had,-[To FLAVIUS,] give

it these fellows
To whom 'tis inftant due. Ne'er fpeak, or think,
That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can fink.
Flav. I would, I could not think it; That thought is

bounty's foe;
Being free itself, it thinks all others so. [Exeunt.



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The same. A Room in Lucullus's House.
FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him.

Serv. I have told my lord of you, he is coming down to you.

Flam. I thank you, sir.


Serv. Here's my lord.

Lucul. [Afde.] One of lord Timon's men ? a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a filver bafon and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius ; you are very respectively welcome, fir.-Fill me some wine.(Exit Servant.) And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master ?

Flam. His health is well, sir.

Lucul. I am right glad that his health is well, fir : And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius ?

Flam. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, fir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply ; who baving great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him; nothing doubting your present assistance therein.

Lucul. La, la, la, la,—nothing doubting, says he ? alas, good lord ! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I have dined with him, and told him on't; and come again to supper

to him, of purpose to have him spend less: and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his; I have told him on't, but I could never get him from it.

Re-enter Servant, with wine.

Serv. Please your lordship, here is the wine.

Læcul. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.

Fla. Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

Lucul. I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit,-give thee thy due,-and one that knows what belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in thee.--Get you gone, sirrah. (To the Servant, who goes out.]-Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise ; and thou know'st well enougha, although thou comeft to me, that this is no time to lend money ; especially upon bare friend thip, without security. Here's three solidares for thee ; good boy, wink at me, and say, thou saw'st me not. Fare thee well.

Flam. Is’t possible, the world should so much differ; And we alive, that liv'd ? Fly, damned baseness, To him that worships thee. [Throwing the money away.

Lucul. Ha! Now I see, thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.

[Exit LUCULLUS. Flam. May these add to the number that may scald

Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
It turns in less than two nights ? O you gods,
I feel my master's paffion! This Nave



Unto bis honour, has my lord's meat in him :
Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poison ?
0, may diseases only work upon't !
And, when he is fick to death, let not that part of na-


Which my lord paid for, be of any power
To expel fickness, but prolong his hour !



The fame. A publick Place.

Enter LUCIUS, with three Strangers.

Luc. Who, the lord Timon ? he is my very good friend, and an honourable gentleman.

i Stran. We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common rumours; now lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate Ihrinks from him.

Luc. Fye, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money

2 Stran. But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, one of his men was with the lord Lucullus, to borrow so many talents; nay, urged extremely for't, and show'd what necessity belong'd to't, and yet was denied.

Luc. How?
2 Stran. I tell you, denied, my lord.

Luc. What a strange case was that? now, before the gods, I am alham’d on't. Denied that honourable man ? there was very little honour show'd in't. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received fome small



kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his ; yet, had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.


Ser. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to see his honour.-My honour'd lord, [To LUCIUS.

Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, fir. Fare thee well :-Commend me to thy honourable-virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

Ser. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent

Luc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endear'd to that lord; he's ever sending : How shall I thank him, think'it thou? And what has he sent now?

Ser. He has only sent his present occasion now, my lord ; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.

Luc. I know, his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.

Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occafion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.

Luc. Doft thou speak seriously, Servilius ?
Ser. Upon my soul, 'tis true, fir.

Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might have shown myfelf honourable? how unluckily it happen'd, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour ?-Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do't; the more beast I lay :- I was sending to use lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done it


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