He does deny him (in respect of his) Had his neceffity made ufe of me, I would have put my wealth into donation, Enter a third Servant with Sempronius. [Exeunt. Sem. Muft he needs trouble me in't? 'bove all others? He might have tried lord Lucius, or Lucullus, And now Ventidius is wealthy too, Whom he redeem'd from prifon : All these three Ser. Oh, my lord, They've all been touch'd, and all are found base metal; For they have all deny'd him. Sem. How? deny'd him? Ventidius and Lucullus both deny'd him? And does he fend to me? three! hum It fhews but little love or judgment in him. Muft I be his laft refuge? his friends, like physicians, (19) Thriv'd, give him over? must I take the cure bis Friends, like Phyficians On (19) Thriv'd, give him over?] I have reftor'd this old Reading, only amended the Pointing which was faulty. Mr. Pope, fufpecting the Phrafe, has Substituted Three in the room of thriv'd, and fo difarm'd the Poet's Satire. Phyficians thriv'd is no more than Phyficians grown rich: Only the Adjective Paffive of this Verb, indeed, is not fo common in Ufe; and yet it is a familiar Expreffion, to this day, to fay, Such a One is well thriven on his Trade. This very Sarçafm of our Author is made Ufe of by Webster a Соде On me? h'as much difgrac'd me in't; I'm angry. He might have known my Place; I fee no fenfe for't, For, in my confcience, I was the first man That e'er received gift from him. So it may prove an argument of laughter To th' reft, and 'mongft lords I be thought a fool: H'ad sent to me firft, but for my mind's fake: And with their faint Reply this Answer join; Who bates mine honour, fhall not know my coin. [Exit. Ser. Excellent! your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politick; he crofs'd himself by't; and I cannot think, but in the end the villanies of man will fet him clear. How fairly this lord ftrives to appear foul? takes virtuous copies to be wicked like those that under hot, ardent, zeal would fet whole Realms on fire. Of fuch a nature is his politick love. This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled, And this is all a liberal course allows; Who cannot keep his wealth, muft keep his house. [Exit. Contemporary Poet in his Dutchefs of Malfy, the Cloathing only a little varied, SCENE changes to Timon's Hall. Enter Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, Lucius, and other fervants of Timon's creditors, who wait for bis coming out. Var. WELL met, good morrow, Titus and Horten fius. Tit. The like to you, kind Varro. Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together? Luc. I think, one business does command us all. For mine is mony. Tit. So is theirs and ours. Enter Philotas. Luc. And Sir Philotas's too. Phi. Good day, at once. Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour? Phi. I wonder: he was wont to fhine at seven. Luc. Ay, but the days are waxed fhorter with him: You must confider that a Prodigal's Course Is like the fun's, but not like his recoverable, I fear: That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet Phi. I am of your fear for that. Tit. I'll fhew you how t' obferve a ftrange event: Your lord fends 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 fhould pay more than he owes! And e'en as if your lord fhould wear rich jewels, for 'em. Hor. I'm weary of this charge, the Gods can witness : I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, Ingratitude now makes it worfe than stealth. Var. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours? Luc. Five thousand. Var. 'Tis too much deep, and it should feem by th’sum, Your master's confidence was above mine; Elfe, furely, his had equall'd. Enter Flaminius. Tit. One of lord Timon's men. Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord Ready to come forth? Flam. No, indeed, he is not. Tit. We attend his lordship; pray, fignifie fo 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 fo? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. Tit. Do you hear, Sir→→→ Var. By your leave, Sir. Fla. What do you ask of me, my friend? Why then preferr'd you not your fums and bills, Believe't, my lord and I have made an end, Fla. If 'twill not serve, 'tis not fo base as you; [Exit. Var. How! what does his cafhier'd worship mutter? Tit. No matter, what, he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can fpeak broader than he that has no houfe to put his head in? Such may rail against great Buildings. Tit. Oh, here's Servilius; now we shall have fome anfwer. Ser. If I might befeech you, gentlemen, to repair fome other hour, I fhould derive much from it. For take it of my foul, My lord leans wondrously to discontent: His comfortable temper has forfook him, He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. Methinks, he should the fooner pay his debts, Ser. Good Gods! Tit. We cannot take this for an answer. Flam. [within.] Servilius, help-my lord! my lord. Enter Timon, in a rage. Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my paffage? Have I been ever free, and muft my house. Be my retentive enemy, my goal? The place, which I have feafted, does it now, Like all mankind, fhew me an iron heart? Luc. Put in now, Titus. Tit. My lord, here's my bill. Luc. Here's mine. Var. And mine, my lord. Cap. And ours, my lord! Phi. And our bills. Tim. Knock me down with 'em girdle. Luc. Alas, my lord. Tim. Cut out my heart in fums. Tit. Mine, fifty talents. cleave me to the |