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I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
All Lords. O, none so welcome.
Tim. I take all, and your several visitations,
Alcib. Ay, defil'd land, my lord.
1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,—
Tim. And so
Am I to you.
2 Lord. So infinitely 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, fyc.
Apem. What a coil's here!
Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee.
Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou would'st sin the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: what needs these feasts, pomps, and vain glories?
Tim. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come with better music. [_Exit.
Apem. So ; — 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 counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [Exit.
Scene I.—The Same. A Room in a Senator's House.
Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand.
AND late, five thousand to Varro; and to Isidore
Caphis. Here, sir: what is your pleasure? Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon; Importune him for my moneys; be not ceas'd With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when — "Commend me to your master " — and the cap Plays in the right hand, thus; — but tell him, 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 aspect, A visage of demand; for, I do fear, When every feather sticks in his own wing, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
Caph. I go, sir.
Sen. Take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt.
Caph. I will, sir.
The Same. A Hall in Timon's House.
Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hands. Flav. No care, no stop: so senseless of expense, 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
Enter Caphis, and the Servants of Isidore and
Caph. Good even, Varro. What!
You come for money?
Varro s Servant. Is't not your business too?
Caph. It is. — And yours too, Isidore?
Caph. Would we were all discharg'd!
Caph. Here comes the lord.
Enter Timon, Alcibiades, and Lords, fyc.
Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, My Alcibiades. — With me! what is your will?
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 succession of new days this month: My master is awak'd by great occasion To call upon his own, and humbly prays you 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,—
hid. 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, —
hid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord; And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Tim. Give me breath. —
[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
Flav. Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Tim. Do so, my friends.
See them well entertain'd. \_Exit Timon.
Flav. Pray, draw near.
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. hid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog! Var. Serv. How dost, Fool?