The Same. A Hall in TIMON'S House. |
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Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand. |
Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, |
That he will neither know how to maintain it, |
Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account |
How things go from him, nor 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! |
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Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of ISIDORE and VARRO. |
Caph. Good even, Varro. What! |
You come for money? |
Var. Serv. Is 't not your business too? |
Caph. It is: and yours too, Isidore? |
Isid. Serv. It is so. |
Caph. Would we were all discharg'd! |
Var. Serv. I fear it. |
Caph. Here comes the lord! |
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Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c. |
Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, |
My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will? |
Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. |
Tim. Dues! Whence are you? |
Caph. Of Athens here, my lord. |
Tim. Go to my steward. |
Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off |
To the succession of new days this month: |
My master is awak'd by great occasion |
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 prithee, but repair to me next morning. |
Caph. Nay, good my lord,— |
Tim. Contain thyself, good friend. |
Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord,— |
Isid. Serv. From Isidore; |
He humbly prays your speedy payment. |
Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants,— |
Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks |
And past. |
Isid. Serv. 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; |
I'll wait upon you instantly. [Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords. |
[To FLAVIUS.] Come hither: pray you, |
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd |
With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds, |
And the detention of long-since-due debts, |
Against my honour? |
Flav. Please you, gentlemen, |
The time is unagreeable to this business: |
Your importunacy cease till after dinner, |
That I may make his lordship understand |
Wherefore you are not paid. |
Tim. Do so, my friends. |
See them well entertained. [Exit. |
Flav. Pray, draw near. [Exit. |
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Enter APEMANTUS and Fool. |
Caph. Stay, stay; here comes the fool with Apemantus: let's ha' some sport with 'em. |
Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us. |
Isid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog! |
Var. Serv. How dost, fool? |
Apem. Dost dialogue with thy shadow? |
Var. Serv. I speak not to thee. |
Apem. No; 'tis to thyself. [To the Fool.] Come away. |
Isid. Serv. [To VAR. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already. |
Apem. No, thou stand'st single; thou'rt not on him yet. |
Caph. Where's the fool now? |
Apem. He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want! |
All Serv. What are we, Apemantus? |
Apem. Asses. |
All Serv. Why? |
Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool. |
Fool. How do you, gentlemen? |
All Serv. Gramercies, 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 Corinth! |
Apem. Good! gramercy. |
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Enter Page. |
Fool. Look you, here comes my mistress' page. |
Page. [To the Fool.] 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 Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters: I know not which is which. |
Apem. Canst not read? |
Page. No. |
Apem. There will little learning die then that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd. |
Page. Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog's death. Answer not; I am gone. [Exit Page. |
Apem. E'en so thou outrunn'st grace.—Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's. |
Fool. Will you leave me there? |
Apem. If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers? |
All Serv. Ay; would they served us! |
Apem. So would I, as good a trick as ever hangman served thief. |
Fool. Are you three usurers' men? |
All Serv. Ay, fool. |
Fool. I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this? |
Var. Serv. I could render one. |
Apem. Do it, then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave; which, notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed. |
Var. Serv. What is a whoremaster, fool? |
Fool. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit: sometime 't appears like a lord; sometime 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. Serv. Thou art not altogether a fool. |
Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackest. |
Apem. That answer might have become Apemantus. |
All Serv. Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon. |
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Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS. |
Apem. Come with me, fool, come. |
Fool. I do not always follow lover, elder brother and woman; sometimes the philosopher. [Exeunt APEMANTUS and Fool. |
Flav. Pray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon. [Exeunt Servants. |
Tim. You make me marvel: wherefore, ere this time, |
Had you not fully laid my state before me, |
That I might so have rated my expense |
As I had leave of means? |
Flav. You would not hear me, |
At many leisures I propos'd. |
Tim. Go to: |
Perchance some single vantages you took, |
When my indisposition put you back; |
And that unaptness made your minister, |
Thus to excuse yourself. |
Flav. 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 me |
Return so much, I have shook my head, and wept; |
Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you |
To hold your hand more close: I did endure |
Not seldom, nor no slight checks, when I have |
Prompted you in the ebb of your estate |
And your great flow of debts. My loved lord, |
Though you hear now, too late, yet now's a time, |
The greatest of your having lacks a half |
To pay your present debts. |
Tim. Let all my land be sold. |
Flav. '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 reckoning? |
Tim. To Lacedæmon did my land extend. |
Flav. O my good lord! the world is but a word; |
Were it all yours to give it in a breath, |
How quickly were it gone! |
Tim. You tell me true. |
Flav. If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, |
Call me before the exactest auditors, |
And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, |
When all our offices have been oppress'd |
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept |
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room |
Hath blaz'd with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy, |
I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock, |
And set mine eyes at flow. |
Tim. Prithee, no more. |
Flav. Heavens! have I said, the bounty of this lord! |
How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants |
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! |
Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise, |
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: |
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, |
These flies are couch'd. |
Tim. Come, sermon me no further; |
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd 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 argument of hearts by borrowing, |
Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use |
As I can bid thee speak. |
Flav. 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! |
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Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants. |
Serv. My lord! my lord! |
Tim. I will dispatch you severally: 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, say, that my occasions have found time to use them toward a supply of money: let the request be fifty talents. |
Flam. As you have said, my lord. |
Flav. [Aside.] Lord Lucius, and Lucullus? hum! |
Tim. [To another Servant.] Go you, sir, to the senators,— |
Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have |
Deserv'd this hearing,—bid 'em send o' the instant |
A thousand talents to me. |
Flav. 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 shake their heads, and I am here |
No richer in return. |
Tim. Is 't true? can't be? |
Flav. 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 wish'd; they know not; |
Something hath been amiss; a noble nature |
May catch a wrench; would all were well; 'tis pity; |
And so, intending other serious matters, |
After distasteful looks and these hard fractions, |
With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods |
They froze me into silence. |
Tim. You gods, reward them! |
Prithee, 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. |
[To a Servant.] Go to Ventidius.—[To FLAVIUS.] Prithee, be not sad, |
Thou art true and honest; ingenuously I speak, |
No blame belongs to thee.—[To Servant.] Ventidius lately |
Buried 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 clear'd him with five talents; greet him from me; |
Bid him suppose some good necessity |
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd |
With those five talents. [Exit Servant.] [To FLAVIUS.] That had, give 't these fellows |
To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think |
That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink. |
Flav. I would I could not think it: that thought is bounty's foe; |
Being free itself, it thinks all others so. [Exeunt. |
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