I.

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.
TIM.

O my friends, I have one word

To say to you:-Look you, my good lord, I must
Entreat you, honour me so much, as to

Advance this jewel;

Accept, and wear it, kind my lord.

1 LORD. I am so far already in your gifts. ALL. So are we all."

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II.

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

And past

weeks,

ISID. SERV. Your steward puts me off, my lord ;

And I am sent expressly to your lordship.

TIM.

Wherefore ere this time

Had you not fully laid my state before me,
That I might so have rated my expense

As I had leave of means?"

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