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TIMON in his days of prosperity.-FLAVIUS, his
steward, grieving over his imprudent generosity.
“ Flav. More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour, Else I should tell him,-well,-i’ faith, I should; When all’s spent, he 'd be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
O my friends, I have one word
I LORD. I am so far already in your gifts.
Act I. S. 2.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
TIMON finds out his extravagance.
“ Varro's Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord. IsidoRE'S SERV.
From Isidore ; She humbly prays your speedy payment
Caphis. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants-Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six
weeks, And past
Isid. Sery. Your steward puts me off, my lord; And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Wherefore ere this time
Act II. S. 2.