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Thou art a foldier, therefore feldom rich,

It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Alc. In defiled land, my lord.

I Lord. We are fo virtuously bound,
Tim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinite endear'd,—
Tim. All to you.-Lights! more lights.
1 Lord. The best of happiness,

Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon!-
Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, Sc.

Ape. What a coil's here!

Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
I doubt, whether their legs be worth the fums
That are given for 'em. Friendfhip's full of dregs:
Methinks, falfe hearts fhould never have found legs.
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
I would be good to thee.

Ape. No, I'll nothing: for,

If I would be brib'd too, there would be none left To rail upon thee; and then thou would't fin the fafter,

Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou
Wilt give away thyfelf in paper shortly :

What need thefe feasts, pomps, and vain-glories?
Tim. Nay,

If you begin to rail once on fociety,

I am fworn, not to give regard to you.

Farewell; and come with better mufick. [Exit. Ape. So ;

Thou

Thou wilt not hear me now,-thou shalt not then,

I'll lock

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

[Exit.

ACT II.

SCENE I. A Public Place in the City.

Enter a Senator.

Senator.

AND late, five thousand to Varro; and to Ifidore,
He owes nine thousand;-befides my former fum,
Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion
Of raging wafte? It cannot hold: it will not.
If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold:
If I would fell my horfe, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why give my horse to Timon,
Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,
And able horfes: No porter at his gate;
But rather one that fmiles, and still invites
All that pafs by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his ftate in fafety.-Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I fay!

Enter CAPHIS.

Caph. Here, fir; What is your pleasure?
Sen. Get on your cloak, and hafte you to lord

Timon;

Importune him for my monies; be not ceas'd

With

With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, when—
Commend me to your mafter-and the cap

Plays in the right hand, thus :--but tell him, firrah,
My ufes cry to me, I must ferve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates

Has fmit my credit: I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger:
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Muft not be toft and turn'd to me in words,
But find fupply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a molt importunate afpect,

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

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

Caph. I will, fir.

Sen. Go.

SCENE II. TIMON'S Hall.

[Exeunt.

Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his Hand. Flav. No care, no stop! fo fenfeless 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 fo unwife, to be fo kind.

What shall be done? He will not hear, 'till feel: I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.

Enter

Enter CAPHIS, with the Servants of ISIDORE and

Fye, fye, fye, fye!

VARRO:

Caph. Good even, Varro: What,

You come for money

y?

Var. Is't not your business too?
Cap. It is -And your's too, Ifidore?
Ind. It is fo.

Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Var. I fear it.

Caph. Here comes the lord.

Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, &c.

Tim. So foon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, My Alcibiades. With me? What is your will? [They prefent their Bills. Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. Tim. Dues? Whence are you? Caph. Of Athens here, my lord.

Tim. Go to my steward.

Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the fucceffion of new days this month:
My mafter is awak'd by great occafion,

To call upon his own; and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble parts you'll fuit,
In giving him his right.

Tim. Mine honeft friend,

I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.
Caph. Nay, good my lord,-

Tim. Contain thyself, good friend.

Var. One Varro's fervant, my good lord,-
Ifid. From Ifidore;

He humbly prays your fpeedy payment,

Capb

Caph. If you did know, my lord, my mafter'

wants,

Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, fix weeks,

And past.

Ifid. Your steward puts me off, my lord; and I Am fent exprefsly to your lordship.

Tim. Give me breath :

I do befeech you, good my lords, keep on;
[Exeunt ALCIBIADES,

you.

I'll wait upon you inftantly.-Come hither, pray
[To FLAVIUS.
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd,
With clamorous demands of broken bonds,
And the detention of long-fince-due debts,
Against my honour?

Flav. Pleafe you, gentlemen,

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

Tim. Do fo, my friends; See them well enter

tain'd.

Flav. Pray draw near.

[Exit TIMON.

[Exit FLAVIUS.

Enter APEMANTUS, and a Fool.

Caph. Stay, ftay, here comes the fool with Ape

Let's have fome sport with 'em.

Var. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Ifid. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. How doft, fool?

Ape. Doft dialogue with thy fhadow?
Var. I fpeak not to thee.

[mantus;

Ape. No, 'tis to thyfelf.-Come away.

[To the Fool.

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