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and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.

Tim. Mine honest friend,
I pr’ythee but repair to me next morning.

Cap. Nay, good my Lord.
Tim. Contain thyself, good friend.
Var. One Varro's servant, my good Lord
Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy pay.
Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my master's



Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix weeks,

and past.

Ifid. Your steward puts me off, my Lord, and I Am fent expressly to your Lordship.

Tim. Give me breath:
I do beseech you, good my Lords, keep on;

[Exit Lords.
I'll wait upon you instantly.--Come hither:
How goes the world, that I am thus encountered
With clamorous claims of debt, of broken bonds,
And the detention of long fince due debts,
Against my honour?

Flav. Plcase you, gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this business: Your importunity cease 'till after dinner; That I may make his Lordship understand Wherefore you are not paid. Tim. Dolo, my friends; see them well entertained.

[Exit Tim. Flau. Pray, draw near.

[Exit Flav. Enter APEMANTUS and Fool. Cap. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus, let's have some sport with 'em.

Var. Hang him, he'll abuse us,

Ilid. A plague upon him, dog. í Vár. How dost, fool?

Apem. Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
Var. I speak not to thee.
Apem. No, 'tis to thyself. Come away.
Isid. There's the fool hangs on your back already.

Apem. No, thou standest single, thou art not on him yet. Cap. Where's the fool now?

Apem. He last asked the question. Poor rogues and usurers men ! bawds between gold and want !

All. What are we, Apemantus?
Apem. Afles.
All. Why?

Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.

Foot. How do you, gentlemen?

All. Gramercies, good fool: how does your mi stress?

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


page: Page. Why, how now, captain? what do you in this wife company? how dost thou, Apemantus ?

Apem. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.

Page. Pr’ythee, Apemantus, read me the superfcription of these letters; I know not which is which.

Apem. Canft 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 wait whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish, a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone.

[Exit. Apem. Even so thou out-runnest grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's.

Foil. Will you leave me there?

Apen. If Timon stay at home-----You three serve three ufurers ?

All. I would they served us.

Apem. So would I-----as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.

Fool. Are you three usurers men?
All. Ay, fool.

Fool. I think no usurer but has a fool to his fervant. My mistress is one, and I am her fool; when ñen come to borrow of your masters, they approach fadly, and go away merrily; but they enter my mistress's house merrily, and go away fadly. The reason of this?

Var. 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. What is a whoremaster, Fool?

Fool. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a fpirit; sometimes it appears like a lord, sometimes like a lawyer, sometimes like a philosopher, with two stones more than's artificial one. He is very often like a knight; and generally in all shapes that a man goes up

and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this fpirit walks in.

Var. Thou art not altogether a fool.

Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man; as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackelt,


Apem. That answer 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; sometime, the philofopher. Flav. Pray you walk near, I'll speak with you anon.

[Exeunt Creditors, Apemantus, and Fool. Tim. You make me marvel: wherefore, ere this Had you not fully laid my state before me ? [time, That I might so have rated my expence As I had leave of means.

Flav. You would not hear me:
At many leisures I proposed.

Tim. Go to:
Perchance some single vantages you took,
When my indisposition put you back :
And that unaptness made you 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 fay, you found them in mine honesty.
When, for some trifling prefent, you have bid me
Return so much, I've thook my head, and wept;
Yea,'gainst th’authority of manners, prayed you
To hold your hand more close. I did endure
Not feldom, nor no flight checks; when I have
Prompted you in the ebb of your estate,
And your great flow of debts. My dear-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 fold.

Flav. 'Tis all engaged, 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? (14)

Tim. To Lacedæmon did my land extend. Flav. 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.

Flav. If you suspect my husbandry or falfhood, Call me before th' exacteft 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 blazed with lights, and brayed with minstrelly; I have retired me to a wasteful cock, And fet mine eyes at flow.

Tim. Pr’ythee, no more.

Flav. Heav'ns ! have I said, the bounty of this Lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants This night englutted ! who now is not Timon's?

(14) How goes our reckoning?] Mr Warburton gave me fo ingenious a conjecture on this passage, that though I have not ventured, against the authority of all the books, to insert it in the text, I cannot but give it a place here. This steward (says he) methinks, talks very wildly. His master, indeed, might well have asked, How goes our reckoning? But the steward was too well satisfied in this question; I would read therefore;

Hold good our reckoning? If the text, however, should be without fault, in this manner it must be expounded: Sir, we have not enough left hardly to satisfy present demands; and others are drawing on apace: how fall we guard against intervening dangers, and what a deplorable reckoning will things como to at last?

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