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Thou'lt not hear me now,-thou shalt not then, I'll lock
Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
SCENE 1. The same. A room in a Senator's
Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand.
Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to
He owes nine thousand; besides my
Here, sir; What is your pleasure? Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Timon ;
By his heaven he means good advice; the only thing by which he could be saved.
Impórtune him for my moneys; be not ceas'd*
Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him;
A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Sen. I go, sir?-take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt.
I will, sir.
The same. A hall in Timon's house.
Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand.
Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expence, 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
I must be round with him now he comes from hunt
ing. Fye, fye, fye, fye!
Enter Caphis, and the Servants of Isidore and
You come for money?
Caph. It it;-And yours too, Isidore?
Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Caph. Here comes the lord.
Good even*, Varro: What,
Is't not your business too?
It is so.
I fear it.
Enter Timon, Alcibiades, and Lords, &c.
Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again t, My Alcibiades.-With me? What's your will? Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. Tim. Dues? Whence are you?
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.
Good even was the usual salutation from noon. ti. e. To hunting; in our author's time it was the custom to hunt as well after dinner as before.
Contain thyself, good friend. Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord,— Isid. Serv. From Isidore;
He humbly prays your speedy payment,
Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks,
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;
[Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords. I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, pray [To Flavius.
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
See them well entertain'd.
Do so, my friends:
pray, draw near.
Enter Apemantus and a Fool.
Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Ape mantus; let's have some sport with 'em.
Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Apem. No; 'tis to thyself,-Come away.
[To the Fool. Isid. Serv. [To Var. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.
Apem. No, thou stand'st single, thou art 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 Sero. 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.
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. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters; I know not which is which.
Apem. Canst not read?
Apem. There will be 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.