For ev'ry word: he is fo kind, that he Pays intereft for't; his land's put to their books. Happier is he that has no friend to feed, Than fuch that do e'en enemies exceed. I bleed inwardly for my Lord. [Exit. Tim. You do your felves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my Lord, a trifle of our love. Lord. With more than common thanks I will re ceive it. 3 Lord. He has the very foul of bountye Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courfer I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you lik'd it. -2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that? Tim. You may take my word, my Lord: I know not man can juftly praise, but what he does affect: I weigh my friends affection with my own, I tell you true: I'll call on you. All Lords. O, none fo welcome. Tim. I take all, and your feveral visitations My thanks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, Thou art a foldier, therefore feldom rich, Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft Ale. I defie land, my Lord. 1 Lord. We are fo virtuously bound Tim. And fo am I to you. 2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd Tim. All to you. Lights! more lights, more lights. 3 Lord. The beft of happiness, honour and fortunes, Keep you, Lord Timon Tim. Ready for his friends. SCENE VIII. Apem. What a coil's here, Screwing of backs, and jutting out of bums! That That are giv'n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs; Apem. No, I'll nothing for if I fhould be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldft fin the fafter. Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fearme thou wilt give away thy felf in perpetuum fhortly. What need these feafts, pomps, and vain-glories? Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on fociety once, I am fworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with[Exit. ·Apem. So-thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then. I'll lock the heaven from thee. better mufick. Oh, that men's ears fhould be To counfel deaf, but not to flattery! Sen. 'A' ACT II. [Exit, SCENE I. A publick place in the City. Enter a Senator. ND late five thoufand:, to Varro and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand, befides my former fum; Which makes it five and twenty.- -Still in motion Of raging wafte? It cannot hold, it will not. If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold. If I would fell my horfe, and buy ten more Better than he; why, give my horfe to Timon; Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me ftraight Ten able horses. No porter at his gate, But rather one that fmiles and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold, no reason Can found his state in fafety. Caphis, hoa! Caphis, I fay. Enter Caphis. Cap. Here, Sir; what is your pleasure ? Sen. Get on your cloak, and hafte you to Lord Timon; Importune him for monies, be not ceaft With flight denial; nor then filenc'd with Commend Commend me to your mafter and the cap Play'ng in the right hand, thus but tell him, firrah, Has fmit my credit. I love and honour him ; A vifage of demand: for I do fear, Who flashes now a Phonix Cap. I go, Sir. get you gone. Sen. Ay go, Sir: take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in count. Cap. I will, Sir. Sen. Go. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Timon's Hall. Was, to be fo unwife, to be so kind. What fhall be done?he will not hear, 'till feel: Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro *. Cap. Good evening, Varro; what, you come for mony? Var. Is't not your business too? Cap. It is; and yours too, Ifidore? Ifid. It is fo. Cap. Would we were all discharg'd! The two laft are but Servants to Ifidore and Varro, here call'd by their Masters names as is ufual among Servants with one another. Var. I fear it. Cap. Here comes the Lord. Enter Timon, and bis Train. Tim. So foon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, My Alcibiades. 1They prefent their Bills. Cap. My Lord, here is a note of certain dues. Cap. Of Athens here, my Lord. Tim. Go to my fteward. Cap. Pleafe it your Lordship, he hath put me off To call upon his own; and humbly prays you Tim. Mine honeft friend, I pr'ythee but repair to me next morning. Tim. Contain thy felf, good friend. Var. One Varro's fervant, my good Lord Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy payment Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my mafter's wants Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix weeks, and past Ifid. Your fteward puts me off, my Lord, and I Am fent expressly to your Lordship. Tim.. Give me breath: I do befeech you, good my Lords, keep on, [Exe. Lords. I'll wait upon you inftantly: Come hither: How goes the world that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of broken bonds, Against my honour? Flav. Pleafe you, gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this business: Tim. Do fo, my friends; fee them well entertain'd, Flav. Pray draw near. [Exit Timon. [Exit Flavius. Enter Apemantus and Fool." Cap. Stay, ftay, here comes the fool with Apemantus, let's have fome fport with 'em. Apem. Doft dialogue with thy fhadow? Var. I fpeak not to thee. Apem. No, 'tis to thy felf. Come away. Ifid. There's the fool hangs on your back already. Apem. No, thou ftand'st single, thou art not on it yet. Cap. Where's the fool now?" Apem. He laft afk'd the question. Poor rogues, and ufurers men! bawds between gold and want! All. What are we, Apemantus? Apem. Afles. All. Why? Apem. That you afk me what you are, and do not know your felves. Speak to 'em, fool. Fool. How do you, gentlemen? All. Gramercy, good fool: how does your miftrefs?" Fool. She's e'en fetting on water to fcald fuch chickens as you are. Would we could fee you at Corinth. Apem. Good! gramercy! Enter Page. Fool. Look you, here comes my master's page. Page. Why, how now, captain? what do you in this wife company? how doft thou, Apemantus? Atem. Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might anfwer thee profitably. Page. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the fuperfcription of these letters; I know not which is which. Apem. Canft not read? Page. No. Apem. There will little learning die then, that day thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades, Go, thou waft born a baftard, and thou'lt die a bawd. Page. |