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For ev'ry word: he is so kind, that he
Pays interest for’t ; his land's put to their books.
Well, would I were gently put out of office!
Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my Lord.

[Exit. Tim. You do your selves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my Lord, a trife of our love.

í Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.

3 Lord. He has the very foul of bounty.

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you likid it.

2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that

Tim. You may take my word, my Lord: I know no 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 so welcome.

Tim. I take all, and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give
My thanks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich,
I'll come in charity to thee; thy living
Is ’mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast
Lye in a pitcht field.
Alc. I defie land, my Lord.
i Lord. We are fo virtuously bound
Tim. And so am I to you.
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd
Tim. All to you. Lights ! more lights, more lights.

3 Lord. The best of happiness, honour and fortunes, Keep you, Lord Timon Tim. Ready for his friends,

[Exeunt Lords. SCENE VIII. Apem. What a coil's here, Screwing of backs, and jutting out of bums ! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums

That

That are giv'n for 'em. Friendship’s full of dregs;
Methinks false hearts should never have found legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'Ges.

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

Apem. No, I'll nothing: for if I should be brib’d too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldft fin the faster. Thou giv'ft so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thy self in perpetuum shortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain-glories ?

Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better musick,

[Exit. Apem. So--thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then. I'll lock the heaven from thee. Oh, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

(Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. A publick place in the City.

Enter a Senator. Sen. ND 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 ten more
Better than he ; why, give my horse to Timon ;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
Ten 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. Capbis, hoa !
Capbis, I say,

Enter Caphis.
Cap. Here, Sir; what is your pleasure ?

Sen. Get on your cloak, and halte you to Lord Timon;
Importune him for monies, not ceaft
With Night denial; nor then Glenc'd with

Commend

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Commend me to your master

and the cap Play'ng 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, And my reliance on his frácted dates Has smit my credit. I love and honour him ; But must not break my back, to heal bis finger, Immediate are my needs, and my relief Must not be tost 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, Who flashes now a Phenix get you gonea

Cap. I go, Sir.

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.

Enter Flavius, with many Bills in bis band. Flav. No care, no fop, so ienietess 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, and 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, Fie, fie, fie, fie.

Enter Caphis, Isidore, 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 Matters names as is usual 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.-- Well, what is your will ?

[They present their Bills,
Cap. My Lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues? whence are you?
Cap. Of Athens here, my Lord.
Tim. Go to my steward.
Cap. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days, this month :
My master is awak'd by great occafion,
To call upon his own; and humbly prays you
That with your other noble parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.

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

Cap. Nay, good my Lord.
Tim, Contain thy self, good friend.
Var. One Varro's servant, my good Lord
Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy payment
Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my master's wants
Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix weeks, and

paft -
Ifid. Your steward puts me off, my Lord, and I
Am sent expressly to your Lordship.

Tim, Give me breath :
I do beseech you, good my Lords, keep on, (Exe. Lords.
I'll wait upon you instantly. Come hither :
How goes the world that I am thus encountred
With clamorous demands of broken bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour ?

Flav. Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this bufiness :
Your importunity cease, 'till after dinner ;
That I may make his Lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid,

Tim. Do so, my friends ; see them well entertain'd.

[Exit Timon, Flav, Pray draw near.

[Exit Flavius, SCENE III. Enter Apemantus and Fool. Cap. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus, let's have some sport with 'em.

Var. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
ljd. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. How doft, fool ?
Apem. Doft dialogue with thy shadow ?
Var. I speak not to thee.
Apem. No, 'tis to thy felf. Come away.
Ifid. There's the fool hangs on your back already.
Apem. No, thou stand't single, thou art not on it yet.
Cap. Where's the fool now?

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

All. What are we, Apemantus?
Apem. Affes.
All. Why?

Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know your selves. Speak to 'em, fool.

Fool. How do you, gentlemen ?
All. Gramercy, good fool : how does your mistress ?

Fool. She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we could see you at Corintb.' Apem. Good ! gramercy!

Enter Page. Fool. Look

you,

here comes my Page. Why, how now, captain ? what do you in this wise company ? how dost thou, Apemantus ?

Apem. Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.

Page. Pr’ythee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters; I know not which is which,

Apem. Canft pot 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 wast born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.

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