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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