And this is all a liberal course allows;

Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house. [Exit.

Enter Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, Lucius, and other Servants of Timon's Creditors, who wait for his coming out..

Var.

WE

ELL met, good-morrow, Titus and Hortenfius.

Tit. The like to you, kind Varro.

Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together?

Luc. I think one bufinefs does command us all.

For mine is mony.

Tit. So is theirs and ours.

Enter Philotas.

Luc. And Sir Philotas's too.

Phi. Good day at once.

[hour?

Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d' you think the

Phi. Labouring for nine.

Luc. So much?

Phi. Is not my Lord

Seen yet?

Luc. Not yet.

Phi. I wonder: he was wont

To fhine at feven.

Luc. Ay, but now the days

Are waxed fhorter with him: you must confider

'That fuch a prodigal courfe is like the fun'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 fhew you how t' obferve a strange event:

Your

Your Lord fends now for mony.

Hor. True, he does.

Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for mony.

Hor. Againft my heart.

Tit. How ftrange it fhews, Timon in this fhould pay More than he owes! and e'en as if your Lord Should wear rich jewels and fend for mony for 'em. Hor. I'm weary of this charge, the Gods can witnefs: I know my Lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, Ingratitude now makes it worfe than stealth,

Var. Yes, mine's three thoufand crowns: what's yours? Luc. Five thoufand.

[th' fum, Var. 'Tis 'much too deep, and it fhould feem by Your mafter's confidence was above mine,

Elfe furely his had equall'd.

Enter Flaminius.

Tit. One of Lord Timon's men.

Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray is my Lord Ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed he is not.

Tit. We attend his Lordship'; pray fignifie fo much. Flam. I need not tell him that, he knows you are Too diligent.

Enter Flavius in a cloak muffled.

Luc. Ha! is not that his fteward muffled fo? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. Tit. Do you hear, Sir -

Var. By your leave, Sir.

Flav. What do you ask of me, my friend?
Tit. We wait for certain mony here, Sir.
Flav. If mony were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere fure enough.

Why then preferr'd you not your fums and bills,
When your falfe mafters eat of my Lord's meat?

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Then

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his debts,

Then they would smile and fawn upon
And take down th' interest in their glutt'nous maws.
You do your felves but wrong to stir me up,
Let me pafs quietly:

Believe't, my Lord and I have made an end,
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luc. Ay, but this anfwer will not serve.
Flav. If 'twill not ferve, 'tis not fo base as you,
For you serve knaves.

[Exit.

Var. How! what does his cashier'd Worship mutter? Tit. No matter what enough. Who can fpeak houfe to put his head in? buildings.

he's poor, and that's revenge broader than he that has no fuch may rail against great

Enter Servilius.

Ser. Oh, here's Servilius; now we fhall have fome answer.

Ser. If I might befeech you, gentlemen, to repair fome other hour, I fhould derive much from it. For take it of my foul,

My Lord leans wondrously to discontent:

His comfortable temper has forfook him,

He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.'
Luc. Many do keep their chambers, are not fick :
And if he be fo far beyond his health,

Methinks he should the fooner pay his debts,

And make a clear way to the Gods.

Ser. Good Gods!

Tit. We cannot take this for an answer.

Flam. [Within.] Servilius, help!-my Lord, my Lord!

Enter Timon in a rage.

Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my paffage? Have I been ever free, and muft my house

Be my retentive enemy, my goal?

The

The place which I have feafted, does it now
Like all mankind, fhew me an iron heart?
Luc. Put in now, Titus.

Tit. My Lord, here's my bill.
Luc. Here's mine.

Var. And mine, my Lord.

Cap. And ours, my Lord.
Phi. And our bills.

Tim. Knock me down with 'em-cleave me to the girdle. Luc. Alas, my Lord.

Tim. Cut out my heart in fums.

Tit. Mine, fifty talents.

Tim. Tell out my blood.

Luc. Five thoufand crowns, my Lord.

Tim. Five thousand drops pay that.

'What's yours and yours?

Var. My Lord

Cap. My Lord

Tim. Here, tear me, take me, and the Gods fall on you!

[Exit. Hor. 'Faith, I perceive our mafters may throw their caps at their mony; these debts may be well call'd defperate ones, for a mad man owes 'em. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Timon and Flavius.

Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the flaves. Creditors!-devils.

my

friends again,

Tim. So fitly! Go, bid all

Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius. All-
I'll once more feaft the rafcals.

Flav. O my Lord!

You only fpeak from your distracted foul;
There's not fo much left as to furnish out

I What

A

A moderate table.

Tim. Be it not thy care:

Go, and invite them all, let in the tide

Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

The Senate-house.

Senators, and Alcibiades.

1 Sen. MY Lord, you have my voice to't, the fault's 'Tis neceffary he should die : [bloody;

Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy.

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2 Sen. Moft true; the law fhall bruife him.`

Alc. Health, honour, and compaffion to the fenate! 1 Sen. Now, captain.

Alc. I am an humble fuitor to your virtues, For pity is the virtue of the law,

3

And none but tyrants ufe it cruelly:
It pleases time and fortune to lye heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood
Hath ftept into the law, which is paft depth
To thofe that without heed do plunge into't.
He is a man, fetting this fact afide,
Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault;
Nor did he foil the fact with cowardise,
But with a noble fury, and fair fpirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe:

And with fuch fober and unnoted paffion
He did behave 'in's anger ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

I Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took fuch pains, as if they labour'd

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2 'em

3 his fault

4 his