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Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

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ACT II.

SCENE I.-The same.

A Room in a Senator's

House.

Enter a Senator, with Papers in his Hand.

Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Isidore
He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion
Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold:
If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,
And able horses: No porter at his gate;
But rather one that smiles, and still invites

All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho!

Caphis, I say!

Enter CAPHIS.

Caph.

Here, sir; What is your pleasure?

Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Timon; Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd'

With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when—

5 Thy heaven -] By his heaven he means good advice; the only thing by which he could be saved.

no reason

Can found his state in safety.] Reason cannot find his fortune to have any safe or solid foundation.

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Commend me to your master-and the cap

Plays in the right hand, thus :—but tell him, sirrah,
My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn

Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger :
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone :
Put on a most importunate aspéct,

A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gullt,
Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
Caph. I go, sir.

Sen. I go, sir?-take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in compt.

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Enter FLAVIUS, with many Bills in his Hand.

Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expence
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account
How things go from him; nor resumes no care
Of what is to continue; Never mind

Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.

† All nestling birds, in quite an unfledged state, are so called in Cheshire, and, perhaps, elsewhere.

Never mind

Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.] Nothing can be worse or more obscurely expressed and all for the sake of a wretched

What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel:

I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fye, fye, fye, fye!

Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of ISIDORE and VARRO.

Caph.

You come for money?

Var. Serv.

Good even', Varro: What,

Is't not your business too?

It is so.

I fear it.

Caph. It is ;-and yours too, Isidore?
Isid. Serv.

Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Var. Serv.

Caph. Here comes the lord.

Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c.

Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again',
My Alcibiades.-With me? What's your will?
Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues? whence are you?
Caph.

Tim. Go to my steward.

Of Athens here, my lord.

Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off

To the succession of new days this month:

My master is awak'd by great occasion,

To call upon his own: and humbly prays you,

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rhyme. But of this mode of expression conversation affords many examples : I was always to be blamed, whatever happened." "I am in the lottery, but I was always to draw blanks."

9 Good even,] Good even, or, as it is sometimes less accurately written, Good den, was the usual salutation from noon, the moment that good morrow became improper.

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we'll forth again,] i. e. to hunting, from which diversion, we find by Flavius's speech, he was just returned. It may be here observed, that in our author's time it was the custom to hunt as well after dinner as before.

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That with your other noble parts you'll suit',

In giving him his right.

Tim.

Mine honest friend,

I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.

Caph. Nay, good my lord,

Tim.

Contain thyself, good friend. Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord,Isid. Serv. From Isidore;

He humbly prays your speedy payment,

Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's

wants,

Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks, And past,

Isid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord;

And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Tim. Give me breath:-

I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords. I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, pray you,

[TO FLAVIUS.
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds +,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?

Flav.
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunacy cease, till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Tim.

See them well entertain'd.

Flav.

Do so, my friends:
[Exit TIMON.

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pray, draw near.

[Exit FLAVIUS.

2 That with your other noble parts you'll suit,] i. e. that you will behave on this occasion in a manner consistent with your other noble qualities.

†"date-broken bonds,"-MALONE.

Enter APEMANTUS and a Fool'.

Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus; let's have some sport with 'em.

Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Isid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. Serv. How dost, fool?
Apem. Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
Var. Serv. I speak not to thee.

Apem. No; 'tis to thyself.-Come away.

[To the Fool.

Isid. Serv. [to VAR. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.

yet.

Apem. No, thou stand'st single, thou art not on him

Caph. Where's the fool now?

Apem. He last asked the question.-Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want! All Serv. What are we, Apemantus?

Apem. Asses.

All Serv. Why?

Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves.-Speak to 'em, fool.

Fool. How do you, gentlemen?

All Serv. Gramercies, good fool: How does your mistress?

Fool. She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. 'Would we could see you at Corinth. Apem. Good! gramercy.

Enter Page.

Fool. Look you, here comes my mistress' page.
Page. [to the Fool.] Why, how now, captain? what

3 Enter Apemantus and a Fool.] I suspect some scene to be lost, in which the entrance of the fool, and the page that follows him, was prepared by some introductory dialogue, in which the audience was informed that they were the fool and page of Phrynia,

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