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For ev'ry word: he is fo kind, that he

Pays intereft for't; his land's put to their books.
Well, would I were gently put out of office!

Happier is he that has no friend to feed,

Than fuch that do e'en enemies exceed.

I bleed inwardly for my Lord.


Tim. You do your felves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my Lord, a trifle of our love. Lord. With more than common thanks I will re

ceive it.

3 Lord. He has the very foul of bountye

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courfer I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you lik'd it.

-2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that? Tim. You may take my word, my Lord: I know not man can juftly praise, but what he does affect: I weigh my friends affection with my own, I tell you true: I'll call on you.

All Lords. O, none fo welcome.

Tim. I take all, and your feveral visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give

My thanks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,

Thou art a foldier, therefore feldom rich,
I'll come in charity to thee; thy living

Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft
Lye in a pitcht field.

Ale. I defie land, my Lord.

1 Lord. We are fo virtuously bound

Tim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd

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Tim. All to you. Lights! more lights, more lights. 3 Lord. The beft of happiness, honour and fortunes,

Keep you, Lord Timon

Tim. Ready for his friends.


Apem. What a coil's here,

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Screwing of backs, and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the fums


That are giv'n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs;
Methinks false 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..

Apem. No, I'll nothing for if I fhould be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldft fin the fafter. Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fearme thou wilt give away thy felf in perpetuum fhortly. What need these feafts, pomps, and vain-glories?

Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on fociety once, I am fworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with[Exit. ·Apem. So-thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then. I'll lock the heaven from thee.

better mufick.

Oh, that men's ears fhould be

To counfel deaf, but not to flattery!






A publick place in the City.

Enter a Senator.

ND late five thoufand:, to Varro and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand, 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 ten more Better than he; why, give my horfe to Timon; Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me ftraight Ten able horses. No porter at his gate, But rather one that fmiles and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold, no reason Can found his state in fafety. Caphis, hoa! Caphis, I fay.

Enter Caphis.

Cap. Here, Sir; what is your pleasure ?

Sen. Get on your cloak, and hafte you to Lord Timon;

Importune him for monies, be not ceaft

With flight denial; nor then filenc'd with


Commend me to your mafter

and the cap

Play'ng in the right hand, thus but tell him, firrah,
My uses cry to me,
I muft ferve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are paft,
And my reliance on his fracted dates

Has fmit my credit. I love and honour him ;
But muft 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 moft importunate afpect,

A vifage of demand: for I do fear,
When every feather flicks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

Who flashes now a Phonix

Cap. I go, Sir.

get you gone.

Sen. Ay go, Sir: take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in count.

Cap. I will, Sir.

Sen. Go.


SCENE II. Timon's Hall.
Enter Flavius, with many Bills in his band.
Flau. No care, no ftop, fo fenfelefs 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, and refumes no care
Of what is to continue: never mind

Was, to be fo unwife, to be so kind.

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

Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro *.

Cap. Good evening, Varro; what, you come for mony? Var. Is't not your business too?

Cap. It is; and yours too, Ifidore?

Ifid. It is fo.

Cap. Would we were all discharg'd!

The two laft are but Servants to Ifidore and Varro, here call'd by their Masters names as is ufual among Servants with one another.

Var. I fear it.

Cap. Here comes the Lord.

Enter Timon, and bis Train.

Tim. So foon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
-Well, what is your will?

My Alcibiades.

1They prefent their Bills.

Cap. My Lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim, Dues? whence are you?

Cap. Of Athens here, my Lord.

Tim. Go to my fteward.

Cap. Pleafe 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.
Cap. Nay, good my Lord.

Tim. Contain thy felf, good friend.

Var. One Varro's fervant, my good Lord

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Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy payment

Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my mafter's wants

Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix weeks, and past

Ifid. Your fteward puts me off, my Lord, and I

Am fent expressly to your Lordship.

Tim.. Give me breath:

I do befeech you, good my Lords, keep on, [Exe. Lords. I'll wait upon you inftantly:

Come hither:

How goes the world that I am thus encountred

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 importunity ceafe, 'till after dinner;
That I may make his Lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Tim. Do fo, my friends; fee them well entertain'd,

Flav. Pray draw near.

[Exit Timon.

[Exit Flavius.

Enter Apemantus and Fool."

Cap. Stay, ftay, here comes the fool with Apemantus,

let's have fome fport with 'em.
Var. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Ifid. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. How doft, fool?

Apem. Doft dialogue with thy fhadow?

Var. I fpeak not to thee.

Apem. No, 'tis to thy felf. Come away.

Ifid. There's the fool hangs on your back already. Apem. No, thou ftand'st single, thou art not on it yet. Cap. Where's the fool now?"

Apem. He laft afk'd the question. Poor rogues, and ufurers men! bawds between gold and want!

All. What are we, Apemantus?

Apem. Afles.

All. Why?

Apem. That you afk me what you are, and do not know your felves. Speak to 'em, fool.

Fool. How do you, gentlemen?

All. Gramercy, good fool: how does your miftrefs?" Fool. She's e'en fetting on water to fcald fuch chickens as you are. Would we could fee you at Corinth.

Apem. Good! gramercy!

Enter Page.

Fool. Look you, here comes my master's page.

Page. Why, how now, captain? what do you in this wife company? how doft thou, Apemantus?

Atem. Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might anfwer thee profitably.

Page. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the fuperfcription of these letters; I know not which is which. Apem. Canft not read?

Page. No.

Apem. There will little learning die then, that day thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades, Go, thou waft born a baftard, and thou'lt die a bawd.


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