The Same. A Hall in TIMON'S House. |
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Enter two Servants of VARRO, and the Servant of LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants to TIMON'S Creditors, waiting his coming out. |
First Var. Serv. Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius. |
Tit. The like to you, kind Varro. |
Hor. Lucius! |
What! do we meet together! |
Luc. Ser. Ay, and I think |
One business does command us all; for mine |
Is money. |
Tit. So is theirs and ours. |
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Enter PHILOTUS. |
Luc. Serv. And Sir Philotus too! |
Phi. Good day at once. |
Luc. Serv. Welcome, good brother. |
What do you think the hour? |
Phi. Labouring for nine. |
Luc. Serv. So much? |
Phi. Is not my lord seen yet? |
Luc. Serv. Not yet. |
Phi. I wonder on 't; he was wont to shine at seven. |
Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are waxed 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 show you how to observe a strange event. |
Your lord sends now for money. |
Hor. Most true, he does. |
Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, |
For which I wait for money. |
Hor. It is against my heart. |
Luc. Serv. Mark, how strange it shows, |
Timon in this should pay more than he owes: |
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, |
And send for money 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. |
First Var. Serv. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's yours? |
Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine. |
First Var. Serv. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum, |
Your master's confidence was above mine; |
Else, surely, his had equall'd. |
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Enter FLAMINIUS. |
Tit. One of Lord Timon's men. |
Luc. Serv. Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to come forth? |
Flam. No, indeed, he is not. |
Tit. We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much. |
Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent. [Exit FLAMINIUS. |
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Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled. |
Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? |
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. |
Tit. Do you hear, sir? |
Sec. Var. Serv. By your leave, sir. |
Flav. What do you ask of me, my friend? |
Tit. We wait for certain money here, sir. |
Flav. Ay, |
If money were as certain as your waiting, |
'Twere sure enough. |
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills, |
When you false masters eat of my lord's meat? |
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts, |
And take down the interest into their gluttonous maws. |
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up; |
Let me pass quietly: |
Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end; |
I have no more to reckon, he to spend. |
Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. |
Flav. If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you; |
For you serve knaves. [Exit. |
First Var. Serv. How! what does his cashiered worship mutter? |
Sec. Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? such may rail against great buildings. |
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Enter SERVILIUS. |
Tit. O! here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer. |
Servil. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from 't; for, take 't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him; he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber. |
Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers are not sick: |
And, if it be so far beyond his health, |
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts, |
And make a clear way to the gods. |
Servil. Good gods! |
Tit. We cannot take this for answer, sir. |
Flam. [Within.] Servilius, help! my lord! my lord! |
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Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following. |
Tim. What! are my doors oppos'd against my passage? |
Have I been ever free, and must my house |
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol? |
The place which I have feasted, does it now, |
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? |
Luc. Serv. Put in now, Titus. |
Tit. My lord, here is my bill. |
Luc. Serv. Here's mine. |
Hor. And mine, my lord. |
Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord. |
Phi. All our bills. |
Tim. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle. |
Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,— |
Tim. Cut my heart in sums. |
Tit. Mine, fifty talents. |
Tim. Tell out my blood. |
Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord. |
Tim. Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? and yours? |
First Var. Serv. My lord,— |
Sec. Var. Serv. My lord,— |
Tim. Tear me, take me; and the gods fall upon you! [Exit. |
Hor. Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money: these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. [Exeunt. |
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Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS. |
Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves: |
Creditors? devils! |
Flav. My dear lord,— |
Tim. What if it should be so? |
Flav. My lord,— |
Tim. I'll have it so. My steward! |
Flav. Here, my lord. |
Tim. So fitly! Go, bid all my friends again, |
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all: |
I'll once more feast the rascals. |
Flav. O my lord! |
You only speak from your distracted soul; |
There is not so much left to furnish out |
A moderate table. |
Tim. Be 't not in thy care: go. |
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide |
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt |
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