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Luc. Sero. So much ?

Is not my lord seen yet?
Luc. Sero.
Phi. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at

seven. Luc. Sero. 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 wivter in lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.

I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.

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. Seru.

Mark, how strange it shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes :
And eeu as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.
Hor. I am weary of this charget, the gods can

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.
1 Commission, employment.

Enter Flaminius.

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.

[Exit Flaminius.

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?
1 Var. Sero. By your leave, sir,--
Flao. What do you ask of me, my friend ?
Tit. We wait for certain money here, sir.

If money were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not
Your sums and bills, when your false masters eat
Of my lord's meat? Then they could smile, and fawn
Upon his debts, and take down th' interest
Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but

To stir me up; let me pass quietly:
Believ't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

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.

Enter Servilius.

Tit. O, here's Servilius; now we shall know
Some answer.

If I might beseech you, gentlemen
To repair some other hour, I should much
Derive from it: for, take it on my soul,
My lord leads wond'rously to discontent.
His comfortable temper has forsook him;
He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers, are not

And, if it be so far beyond,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

Good gods!
Tit. We cannot take this for an answer, sir.
Flam. [Within.) Servilius, help!- my lord ! my


Enter Timon, in a rage; Flaminius following.
Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my

Have I heen 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. Sero. Put in now, Titus.
Tit. My lord, here is my bill.
Luc. Serv. Here's mine.
Hor. Sero. And mine, my lord.
Both. Var. Sero. And ours, my lord.
Phi. All our bills.
Tim. Knock me down with 'em* : cleave me to

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. Cut my heart in sums.
Tit. Mine, fifty talents.
Tim. Tell out my blood.
Luc. Sero. Five thousand crowns, my lord.

Tim. Five thousand drops pays that..
What yours?—and yours!“

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. What, if it should be so?
Flao. 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.

O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.

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.


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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

1 Sen. Now, captain ?

Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge into it.
He is a man, setting his fate aside*,
Of comely virtues:
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice;
(An honour in him which buys out his fault),
But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe:
And with such sober and unnoted passiont
He did behavef his anger, ere'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

* 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.


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