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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,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes !
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for mony for 'em.

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

yours ?

my lord

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
Ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
Tit. We attend his lordship; pray, signifie so 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 Steward muffled so ? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. VOL. VI.



to stir me up,

Tit. Do you hear, Sir --
Var. By your leave, Sir.
Fla. What do you ask of me, my friend ?
Tit. We wait for certain mony here, Sir.
Fla. If mony were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,

your false masters eat of my lord's meat ?
Then they would smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down th’interest in their glutt'nous maws ;
You do

selves but

Let me pass quietly :
Believe't, my

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:
And if he be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner 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.

and that's revenge


Enter Timon, in a rage.
Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my goal ?
The place, which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, shew me an iron-heart?

Luc. Put in now, Titus.
Tit. My lord, here's my bill.
Læc. 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!


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

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,
Tim. What if it should be fo?
Fla. My dear lord,
Tim. I'll have it so My steward!
Fla. Here, my

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.

You only speak from your distracted soul;
There's not so much left as to furnish out
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.


SCENE changes to the Senate-house.

i sen. M

Senators, and Alcibiades.

'Tis necessary he should die :
Nothing emboldens fin so much as mercy.

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:
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 ftept into the law, which is paft depth
To those that without heed do plunge into't.
He is a man, setting his fault aside,
Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault ;
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardise,
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 passion
He did behave his 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 such pains, as if they labour'd


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To bring Man-Slaughter into form, set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour ; which, indeed,
Is valour mis-begot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were but newly born.
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs
His out-fides; wear them like his rayment, carelesly ;
And ne'er prefer his Injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils, and inforce us kill,
What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill?

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,
If I speak like a Captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threatnings, sleep upon't,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
Without repugnancy? but if there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why then, sure, women are more valiant,
That stay at home, if bearing carry it;
The ass, more than the lion; and the fellow,
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge ;
If wisdom be in suff'ring. Oh, my lords,
As you are great, be pitifully good :
Who cannot condemn Rashness in cold blood ?
To kill, I grant, is fin's extreamest guft,
But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in

anger is impiety :
But who is man, that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.

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,
And flain in battle

enemies ;

many of

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