| The Same. A Hall in TIMON'S House. | 
|  | 
| 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! | 
|  | 
| 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! | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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! | 
|  | 
| 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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