Imatges de pàgina


away merrily; but they enter my Master's House merrily, and go away fadly. The reason of this?

Var. I could render one.

Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore. master, and a Knave, which notwithstanding thou shalt be no less esteemed.

Var. What is a Whore-master, Fool?

Fool. A Fool in good Cloaths, and something like thee. 'Tis a Spirit; sometime 't appears like a Lord, sometimes like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with two Stones more than's artificial one. He is very often like a Knight;

; and generally, in all Shapes that Man goes up and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this Spirit walks in.

Var. Thou art not altogether a Fool.

Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise Man;
As much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lack'ft.
Apem. That answer might have become Apemanius.
AllAside, aside, here comes Lord Timon.

Enter Timon and Flavius.
Apem, Come with me, Fool, come.

Fool. I do not always follow Lover, elder Brother, And Woman; sometime the Philosopher.

Fla. Pray you walk near, I'll speak with you anon. ,

[Exeunt. Tim. You make me marvel; wherefore, e'er this time, Had you not fully laid my State before me? That I might so have rated my Expence, As I had leave of means.

Fla. You would not har me:
At many leisures I propos’d.

Tim. Go to:
Perchance fome single Vantages you took,
When my Indisposition put you back;
And that unaptness made you Minister
Thus to excuse your self.

Fla. O my good Lord,
At many times I brought in my Accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
And say you found them in mine honesty.
When, for some trifling Present, you have bid mę


Return so much, I have shook my Head, and wept;
Yea against th’ Authority of manners, pray'd you
To hold your Hand more clofe. I did endure
Not seldom, nor no flight Checks, when I have,
Prompted you in the Ebb of your Eftate,
And your great flow of Debts; my dear lov'd Lord,
Though you hear now, too late, yet now's a time,
The greatest of your having, lacks a balf,
To pay your present Debts.

Tim. Let all my Land be fold.

Fla. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeited and gone,
And what remains will hardly stop the Mouth
Of present dues; the future comes apace:
What shall defend the interim, and at length
How goes our reck’ning?

Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend,
Fla, O my good Lord, the World is but a World, }
Were it all yours, to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone?

Tim. You tell me true?

Fla. If you suspe& my Husbandry or Fallhood,
Call me before the exa&eft Auditors,
And set me on the proof. So the Gods bless me,
When all our Offices have been opprest
With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults have wept
With drunken Spilth of Wine; when every Room
Hath blaz’d with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,
I have retir'd me to a wasteful Cock,
And let mine Eyes at flow.

Tim. Piechee no more.

Fla. Heav'ns! have I said, the bounty of this Lord!
How many prodigal Bits have Slaves and Peasants
This Night englutred! who is not Timon's?
What Heart, Head, Sword, Force, Means, but is Lord Timon's?
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon's?
Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
Feast won, Fast loft; one Cloud of Winter showres,
These flies are couche.

Tim. Come fermon the no further.
No villanous Bounty yet hath pat my Heart ;


Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep, canst thou the Conscience lack,
To think I shall lack Friends? Secure thy Heart,
If I would broach the Vessels of my Love,
And try the Arguments of Hearts, by borrowing,
Men and Mens Fortunes could I frankly use,
As I can bid thee speak.

Stew. Assurance bless your Thoughts.

Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them Blessings: For by these Shall I try Friends. You shall perceive How you mistake my Fortunes: I am wealthy in my

Friends. Within there, Flaminius, Servilius'?

Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other Servants. Serv. My Lord, my Lord.

Tim. I will dispatch you severally. You to Lord Luciusto Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his Honour to Day-you to Semproniusmecommend

— me to their Loves, and I am proud, say, that my Occafi- . ons have found time to use 'em toward a supply of Mony ; let the request be fifty Talents.

Flam. As you have said, my Lord. .
Fla, Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humb-

Tim. Go you, Sir, to the Senators; [To Flavius.
Of whom, even to the States best health, I have
Desery'd this hearing; bid 'em send o'th' instant
A thousand Talents to me.

Fla, I have been boid,
For that I knew it the most general way,
To them to use your Signet and your Name,
But they do shake their Heads, and I am here
No richer in return.

Tim. Is't true? Can't be?

Fla. They answer in a joint and corporate Voice,
That now they are at fall, want Treasure, cannot
Do what they would, are sorry- You are Honourable
But yet they could have witht--

could have wilht--they know not-
Something hath been amiss-a noble Nature
May catch a Wench----would all were well- e'tis pity-
And so intending other serious Matters,


After distaltful Looks, and these hard Fractions,
With certain half Caps, and cold moving Nods,
They froze me into silence.

Tim. You Gods reward them:
Prethee Man, look cheerly. These old Fellows
Have their Ingratitude in them Hereditary :
Their Blood is cak’d, 'tis cold, it seldom 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 --prethee be not sad,
Thou art true, and honest; ingenuously I speak,
No blame belongs to thee: Ventidius lately
Bury'd his Father, by whose Death he's stepp'd
Into a great Estate; when he was poor,
Imprison'd, and in scarcity of Friends,
I cleard him with five Talents. Greet him from mes
Bid him suppose, some good necessity
Touches his Friend, which craves to be remembred.
With those five Talents; that had, giv't chefs Fellows.
To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think;
That Timon's Fortunes 'mong his Friends can Gink.

Stew, I would I could not think it;
That thought is bounties Fue:
Being free it self, it thinks all others fo.


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SCENE The City.
Flaminius waiting to speak with Lucullus from his Master :

En:er a Servant 10 him.

to you.

Serv. Have told Lord of
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you, he is coming down Flam. I thank you, Sir.

Enter Lucullus. Serv. Here's my Lord.


Lucul. One of Lord Timon's Men? A Gift I warrant.--.. Why, this hits right : I dreamt of a Silver Bason and Ewre to Night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, Sir; fill me some Wine. And how does that Honourable, Compleat, 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, Sir; and what hast thou there under thy Cloak, pretty Flaminius?

Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty Box, Sir, which, in my Lord's behalf, I come to intreat your Honour to supply ; who having great and iostant Occasion to use fifty Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him, nothing doubt. ing your present Allistance therein.

Lucul. Lagyla, la, la Nothing doubting, says he? Alar; good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep lo good a House. Many a time and often I ha' din’d with him, and told him on't, and come again to Supper to him on purpofe to have him spend less; and yet he would embrace no Counsel, take no warning by my.coming; every Man hath his Fault, and Honesty is his. I ha' told him on't, but I could never get him from't.

Enter a Servant, with Wine.
Ser. Please your Lordship, here is the Wine.

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

Plam. 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 reafon ; and canft use the time well, if the time use thee well. Good part's in thee; get you gone, Sirrah. Draw nearer, honeft-Flaminius; thy Lord's a bountiful Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou knowest well enough (although thou comeft to me) and this is no time to lend Mony, especially upon bare Friendship without Security. Here's three Solidares for thee, good Boy, wink at me, and say, thou sawst me not.

Fare thee well. Flam. Is't possible the World should so much differ, And we alive chat liv'd ? Fly, damned baseness, To him that worships thee. [Throwing the Mony away,


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