away merrily; but they enter my Mafter's Houfe merrily, and go away fadly. The reafon of this?

Var. I could render one.

Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whoremafter, 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 fomething like thee. 'Tis a Spirit; fometime 't appears like a Lord, fometimes like a Lawyer, fometime like a Philofopher, 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 fourfcore to thirteen, this Spirit walks in. Var. Thou art not altogether a Fool.

Fool. Nor thou altogether a wife Man;

As much foolery as I have, fo much wit thou lack'ft.
Apem. That anfwer might have become Apemantus.
All. Afide, afide, 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; fometime the Philofopher.

Fla. Pray you walk near,

I'll fpeak with you anon.

[Exeunt.

Tim. You make me marvel; wherefore, e'er this time, you not fully laid my State before me?

Had

That I might fo have rated my Expence,
As I had leave of means.

Fla. You would not hear me:
At many leifures I propos'd.

Tim. Go to: •

Perchance fome fingle Vantages you took,
When my Indifpofition put you back;
And that unaptnefs made you Minifter
Thus to excufe your felf.

Fla. O my good Lord,

At many times I brought in my Accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
And fay you found them in mine honefty.
When, for fome trifling Prefent, you have bid me

Return

Return fo much, I have fhook my Head, and wept;
Yea against th' Authority of manners, pray'd you
To hold your Hand more clofe. I did endure
Not feldom, 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 half,
To pay your prefent Debts.

Tim. Let all my Land be fold.

Fla. 'Tis all engag'd, fome forfeited and gone,
And what remains will hardly ftop the Mouth
Of prefent dues; the future comes apace:
What fhall 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 fufpect my Husbandry or Falfhood,
Call me before the exacteft Auditors,

And fet me on the proof. So the Gods bless me,
When all our Offices have been oppreft

With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults have wept
With drunken Spilth of Wine; when every Room
Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelfie,
I have retir'd me to a wasteful Cock,

And fet mine Eyes at flow.

Tim. Prethee no more.

Fla. Heav'ns! have I faid, the bounty of this Lord! How many prodigal Bits have Slaves and Peafants

This Night englutted! 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 praife,
The breath is gone whereof this praife is made;
Feaft won, Faft loft; one Cloud of Winter fhowres,
These flies are coucht.

Tim. Come fermon me no further.

No villanous Bounty yet hath past my Heart;

Unwifely

Unwifely, not ignobly, have I given.

Why doft thou weep, canft thou the Confcience lack,
To think I fhall 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. Affurance blefs your Thoughts.

Tim. And in fome fort these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them Bleffings: For by these

Shall I try Friends. You fhall 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 difpatch you feverally.

You to Lord Lucius to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his Honour to Day-you to Sempronius

commend me to their Loves, and I am proud, fay, that my Occafions have found time to ufe 'em toward a fupply of Mony; let the request be fifty Talents.

Flam. As you have faid, my Lord.

Fla. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humb.
Tim. Go you, Sir, to the Senators;

Of whom, even to the States beft health, I have
Deferv'd this hearing; bid 'em fend o'th' inftant
A thousand Talents to me.

Fla. I have been bold,

For that I knew it the most general way,

To them to use your Signet and your Name, '
But they do fhake their Heads, and I am here
No richer in return.

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

[To Flavius.

Fla. They answer in a joint and corporate Voice,
That now they are at fall, want Treafure, cannot
Do what they would, are forry-

-You are Honourable----

But yet they could have wifht-they know not-
Something hath been amifs--

-a noble Nature

May catch a Wench-would all were well-'tis pityAnd fo intending other ferious Matters,

After

After diftaftful Looks, and thefe hard Fractions,
With certain half Caps, and cold moving Nods,
They froze me into filence.

Tim. You Gods reward them:

Prethee Man, look cheerly. Thefe 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 fad,
Thou art true, and honeft; ingenuously I fpeak,
No blame belongs to thee: Ventidius lately
Bury'd his Father, by whofe Death he's stepp'd
Into a great Estate; when he was poor,
Imprifon'd, and in fcarcity of Friends,

I clear'd him with five Talents. Greet him from me,
Bid him fuppofe, fome good neceffity

Touches his Friend, which craves to be remembred.
With thofe five Talents; that had, giv't thefe Fellows.
To whom 'tis inftant due. Ne'er fpeak, or think;
That Timon's Fortunes 'mong his Friends can fink.
Stew. I would I could not think it;

That thought is bounties Foe:

Being free it felf, it thinks all others fo.

[Exeunt

ACT III. SCENE I.

SCENE The City.

Flaminius waiting to speak with Lucullus from his Master :

Enter a Servant to him.

Have told my Lord of

to you.

you, he is coming down

Enter Lucullus.

Serv. Here's my Lord.

Flam. I thank you, Sir.

Lucul

Lucul. One of Lord Timon's Men? A Gift I warrant.-.Why, this hits right: I dreamt of a Silver Bafon and Ewre to Night. Flaminius, honeft Flaminius, you are very refpectively welcome, Sir; fill me fome Wine. And how does that Honourable, Compleat, Free-hearted Gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good Lord and Mafter. Flam. His Health is well, Sir.

Lucul. I am right glad that his Health is well, Sir; and what haft thou there under thy Cloak, pretty Fla

minius?

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 inftant Occafion to use fifty Talents, hath fent to your Lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your prefent Affiftance therein.

Lucal. Lagla, la, la-Nothing doubting, fays he? Alar, good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep fo 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 purpose to have him fpend lefs; and yet he would embrace no Counfel, take no warning by my coming; every Man hath his Fault, and Honefty 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 wife. Here's to thee.

Flam. Your Lordship speaks your Pleasure.

Lucul. I have obferved thee always for a towardly prompt Spirit, give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reafon; and canft ufe the time well, if the time ufe thee well. Good part's in thee; get you gone, Sirrah. Draw nearer, honeft Flaminius; thy Lord's a bountiful Gentleman, but thou art wife, and thou knoweft well enough (although thou comeft to me) and this is no time to lend Mony, efpecially 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 poffible the World should fo much differ,
And we alive that liv'd? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee.

[Throwing the Mony away.

Lucul.