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Phi. I wonder : he was wont to shine at seven.
Luc. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him: You must consider that a Prodigal's Course Is like the sun'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 observe a strange event: Your lord sends now for mony.
Hor. True, he does.
Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for mony.
Hor. Against my heart.
Luc. How ftrange it shows,
Hor. I'm weary of this charge, the Gods can witness : I know, my lord hath spent of Ti wealth; Ingratitude now makes it worse than stealth.
Var. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns : what's
Luc. Five thousand.
Var. 'Tis too much deep, and it should seem by th’sum, Your master's confidence was above mine ; Else, surely, his had equall'd.
Enter Flaminius. Tit. One of lord Timon's men.
Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word : pray, is
Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
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 Steward muffled so ? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. VOL. VI.
to stir me up,
Tit. Do you hear, Sir --
your false masters eat of my lord's meat ?
lord and I have made an end ; I have no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luc. Ay, but this answer will not serve.
Fla. If''twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you ; For you ferve knaves.
[Exit. Var. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter ? Tit. No matter, what he's
poor, 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, Oh, here's Servilius ; now we shall have some answer.
Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from it. For take it of my soul, My lord leans wondrously to discontent: His comfortable temper has forsook him, He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
Luc. Many do keep their chambers, are not fick:
Ser. Good Gods !
and that's revenge
Enter Timon, in a rage.
Luc. Put in now, Titus.
Tim. Knock me down with 'em-cleave me to the girdle. Luc. Alas!
Tim. Five thousand drops pay that.
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 Masters 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 slaves. Creditors! devils.
Fla. My dear lord,
lord. Tim. So fitly! Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius, All.
Fla. O my
I'll once more feast the rascals.
Tim. Be it not thy care:
SCENE changes to the Senate-house.
i sen. M
Senators, and Alcibiades.
Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise 'em. Alc. Health, Honour, and Compassion to the senate! i Sen. Now, Captain.
Alc. I am an humble suitor to your Virtues:
i Sen. You undergo too strict a Paradox, Striving to make an ugly Deed look fair: Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring Man-Slaughter into form, set quarrelling
Alc. My lord,
i Sen. You cannot make gross fins look clear; It is not valour to revenge, but bear.
Alc. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
anger is impiety :
2 Sen. You breathe in vain.
Alc. In vain ? his Service done At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium, Were a sufficient briber for his life.
i Sen. What's that ?
Alc. I say, my lords, h’as done fair service,