SCENE IV. The same. A Hall in Timon's House. Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of Lucius, meeting Tirus, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants to Timon's Creditors, waiting his coming out. Var. Serv. Well met; good-morrow, Titus and Tit. The like to you, kind Varro. What, do we meet together? Luc. Serv. Lucius? Ay, and, I think, One business does command us all; for mine So is theirs and ours. Enter PHILOTUS. Is money. Tit. Not yet. Phi. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven. Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him: You must consider that a prodigal course 'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse; That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet Find little. Phi. I am of your fear for that. Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange eveut. Your lord sends now for money. Hor. Most true, he does. Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which you wait for money. Hor. It is against my heart. Luc. Serv. Mark, how strange 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 am weary of this charge, the gods can witness: I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth. 1 Var. Serv. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: What's yours? Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine. 1 Var. Serv. 'Tis much deep: and it should Your master's confidence was above mine; Enter FLAMINIUS. Tit. One of Lord Timon's men. Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word: 'Pray, is my lord ready to come forth? Flam. No, indeed, he is not. Tit. We attend his lordship; 'pray, signify so much. Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent. [Exit FLAMINIUS. Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled. Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so. He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. 1 Var. Serv. By your leave, sir,—— Ay, If money were as certain as your waiting, 'Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not Your sums and bills, when your false masters eat Of my lord's meat? Then they could smile and fawn Upon his debts, and take down th' interest Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but wrong, To stir me up; let me pass quietly: Believe't, my lord and I have made an end; Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. If 'twill not, Flav. 'Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves. [Exit. 1 Var. Ser. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter? 2 Var. Serv. 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. O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer. Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from it for, take it on my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him; he is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers, are not sick : And, if it 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, sir. Flam. [Within.] Servilius, help!-my lord! my lord! Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following. Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my passage? Have I been ever free, and must my house The place, which I have feasted, does it now, Tit. My lord, here is my bill. Luc. Serv. Here's mine. Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord. Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord. Phi. All our bills. Tim. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me 1 1 y more thar Tim. Tell out my bl Luc. Serv. Five thou. Tim. Five thousand a.. What yours?-and yours? 1 Var. Serv. My lord, 2 Var. Serv. My lord, rge, mor Tim. Tear me, take me, and the Athgods fall upon you! [Erit. may throw may well Hor. 'Faith, I perceive our masters their caps at their money; these debts be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS. Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves: Creditors!-devils. Flav. My dear lord, Tim. What if it should be so? Flav. My lord, Tim. I'll have it so:-My steward! Flav. Here, my lord, Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all: I'll once more feast the rascals. Flav. Tim. Be't not in thy care; go, I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. The Senate House. The Senate sitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended. 1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: 2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him. : Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate! 1 Sen. Now, captain? Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues; For pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyra oise it cruelly. It pleases time, artune, to lie heavy Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth Of comely virtues : Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice (An honour in him, which buys out his fault); And with such sober and unnoted passion 1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox, To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling His outsides; wear them like his raiment, care- And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger. If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill, Alcib. My lord, 1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear; To revenge is no valour, but to bear. Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I speak like a captain.— Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And th' ass more captain than the lion; the felon, |