Imatges de pÓgina

Lucul. Ha? Now I see thou art a Fool, and fit for thy Mafter,

Exit Lucullus. Flam. May these add to the Number that may scald thee: 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 Passion. This Slave unto his Honour

. Has my Lord's meat in him: Why should it thrive, and come to Nutriment, When he is turn'd to Poison ? O may Diseases only work upon't: And when he's fick to Death, let not that part of Nature, Which my Lord paid for, be of any Power, , To expel Sickness, but prolong his Hour. [Excuni.

Enter Lucius, with three Strangers. Luc. Who, the Lord Timon? He is my very good Friends and an honourable Gentleman.

I Stran. We know him for no less, tho 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 Eftate shrinks from him.

Luc. Fye, no, do not believe it : He cannot want for Mony.

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, urg'd extreamly for', and shewed what necessity belong'd to't, and yet was deny'd.

Luc. How !
2 Stran. I tell you, deny d, my Lord.

Luc. What a ftrange Case was that ? Now before the Gods I am alhamd on't. Deny'd that honourable Man? There was very little Honour Mew'd in that. For my own part, I must needs confefs, I have received fome small Kindnesses from him, as Mony, Plate, Jewels, and fuch like Trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet had he miftook him, and sent him to me, I should ne'er have deny'd his Occasion

many Talents.

Enter 1 Strar.

Enter Servilius. 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, Sir. Fare thee well, commend me to thy honourable virtuous Lord, my very exo quisite Friend.

Ser. May it please your Honour, my Lord hath sent

Luc. Ha! What hath he sent ? I am so much endeared to that Lord; he's ever fending: How shall I thank him, think'it thou? And what has he sent now?

Ser. H'as only sent his present Occasion now, my Lord; requesting your Lordship to supply his instant use, with fifty 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 Occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge half fo faithfully.

Luc. Dolt thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Ser. Upon my Soul 'tis true, Sir.

Luc. What a wicked Beast was I, to disfurnith my self against such a good time, when I might ba' shewn my self honourable ? How unluckily it hapned, 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---(the more Beast I say)--I was sending to use Lord Timon my self, these Gentlemen can witness ; but I would not, for the Wealth of Athens, I had don't now. Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship, and I hope his Honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest Affi&ions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable Gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use my own Words to him? Ser. Yes, Sir, I shall.

[Exit Servilius. Lúc. I'll look you out a good turn, Servilins. True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed, And he that's once deny'd will hardly speed. [Exis,

I Stran. Do you observe this, Hostilius

2 Stran. Ay, too well. VOL..V.


1 Stran. Why, this is the World's Soul;
And just of the same Piece
Is every Flatterers sport: Who can call him his Friend
That dips in the same Dish? For in my knowing,
Timon has been this Lord's Father,
And kept his Credit with his Purse:
Supported his Estate; nay, Timon's Mony
Has paid bis Men their Wages. He ne'er drinks,
But Timon's Silver treads upon his Lip;
And yet, Oh see the monstrousness of Man!
When he looks out in an ungrateful Shape,
He does deny him (in respeět of this)
What charitable Men afford to Beggars.

3 Stran. Religion groans at it.

I Stran. For mine own part
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his Bounties over me,
To mark me for his Friend. Yet I protest,
For his right Noble Mind, Illustrious Virtue,
And Honourable Carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my Wealth into Donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his Heart: But I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispence.
For Policy fits above Conscience.

Enter a third Servant with Sempronius.
Sem. Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum
'Bove all others ?
He might have tried Lord Lucius, or,
And now Ventidius is wealthy too, .
Whom he redeem'd from Prison. All the :
Owe their Estates unto him.

Ser. My Lord, They have all been touch'd, and all are found base Metal, For they have all deny'd him.

Scm. How? Have they deny'd him? Has Ventidius and Lucullus deny'd him ? And does he send to me? Three! HumIt Mews but little Love or Judgment in him. Mult I be-his last Refuge ? His Friends, like Physicians,


That thriv'd, give him over. Must I take th’Cure upon me?
Has much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry at him,
That might have known my Place, I see no sense foit,
But his Occasions might have wooed me first:
For, in my Conscience, I was the first Man
That e'er received Gist from him.
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No:
So it may prove an Argument of Laughter
To th'rest, and ’mongst Lords I be thought a Fool:
I'd rather than the worth of thrice the Sum,
H’ad sent to me first, but for my Mind's fake :
Pd such a Courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint Reply this Answer join ;
Who bates mine Honour, shall not know my Coin (Exit.

Ser. Excellent! Your Lordship's a goodly Villain. The Devil knew not what he did, when he made Man Poli-, tick; he crossed himself by't : And I cannot think, but in the end the Villanies of Man will set him clear. How fairly this Lord strives to appear foul ? Takes virtuous Copies to be wicked : Like those that under hot; ardent Zeal, would set whole Realms on Fire; of such a nature is, his politick This was my Lord's best hope, now all are fled, Save only the Gods. Now his Friends are dead, Doors that were ne'er acquainted with their Wards, Many a bounteous Year, must be employ'd Now to guard sure their Malter. And this is all a liberal course allows; Who cannot keep his Wealth, must keep his House. (Exit,


SCENE II. Timon's Hall. Enter Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, Lucius, and other Servants

of Timon's Creditors, who wait for his coming out.

Var. Well met, good Morrow, Titus and Hortenfius.
Tit. The like to you, kind Varro.
Hor. Lucius, what do we meet together?

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Luc. Ay, and I think one Business does command us all.
For mine is Mony.
Tit. So is theirs and ours.

Enter Philo.
Luc. And Sir Philo's too.
Phi. Good Day at once.

Luc. Welcome, good Brother.
What do you think the Hour ?

Phi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. So much?
Phi. Is not my Lord feen yet? .
Luc. Not yet.
Phi. I wonder on'r, he was wont to shine at feven.

Luc. Ay, but the Days are wax'd shorter with him: You must consider that a prodigal course Is like the Sun's, but not like his recoverable, I fear: '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 Thew you t'observe a strange Event : Your Lord fends now for Mony?

Hor. Most true, he does.

Tit. And he wears Jewels now of Timon's Gift, For which I wait for Mony.

Hor. It is against my Heart.

Luc. Mark how strange it shows, Timon in this should

y more than he owes : And e’en as if your Lord should wear rich Jewels And send for Mony for 'em.

Hor. I'm 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.

Var. Yes, mine's three thousand Crowns: What's yours?

Luc. Five thousand, mine.

Var. 'Tis much deep, and it should seem by th' Sum,
Your Master's Confidence was above mine,
Else surely his had equalld.

Enter Flaminius.
Tit. One of Lord Timon's Men,



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