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Luc. Sero. So much ?
Is not my lord seen yet?
seven. Luc. Sero. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter
with him :
I am of your fear for that.
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.
Mark, how strange it shows,
witness: I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth. 1 Var. Sero. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns:
What's yours? Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine. 1 Par. Sero. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem
by the sum, Your master's confidence was above mine; Else, surely, his had equallid.
* 6. e. Like him in blaze and splendour.
Tit. One of lord Timon's men.
Luc. Sero. 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.
Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled.
Luc. Sero. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
Tit. Do you hear, sir?
Luc. Sero. Ay, but this answer will not serve.
If'twill not, 'Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves.
(Erit. 1 Var. Sero. How! what does his cashier'd wor
ship mutter? 2 Var. Sero. 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.
Tit. O, here's Servilius; now we shall know
If I might beseech you, gentlemen
Enter Timon, in a rage; Flaminius following.
Luc. Sero. Put in now, Titus.
the girdle. Timon quibbles. They present their written bills; he catches at the word, and alludes to bills or battle-axes.
Luc. Sero. Alas! my lord,-
Tim. Five thousand drops pays that..
1 Var. Sero. My lord, 2 Var. Sero. My lord,Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
[Erit. 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.
Re-enter Timon and Flavius.
Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the
slaves: Creditors !_devils.
Flav. My dear lord,-
Tim: So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
O my lord,
Be't not in thy care ; go,
The senate sitting. Enter Alcibiades, attended. 1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the
fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die: Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
. Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him. Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the
Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
* i.e. Putting this actiou of his, which was pre. determined by fate, out of the question.
ti.e, Passion so subdued, that no spectator could note its operation. # Manage, govern.