I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; All Lords. O, none so welcome. Tim. I take all, and your several visitations, So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give: Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich: It comes in charity to thee; for all thy living Alcib. Ay, defil'd land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, Tim. Am I to you. 2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd, Tim. All to you. — Lights! more lights! 1 Lord. And so The best of happiness, Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon. Tim. Ready for his friends. Apem. [Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, &c. 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. ACT II. SCENE I.—The Same. A Room in a Senator's House. A Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand. SENATOR. ND 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! Caphis. Enter 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 Have smit my credit. I love, and honour him, A visage of demand; for, I do fear, When every feather sticks in his own wing, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone. Sen. Take the bonds along with you, 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 Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel. I must be round with him, now he comes from hunt Caph. It is. And yours too, Isidore? Isidore's Servant. Is't not your business too? It is so. I fear it. Caph. Would we were all discharg'd! 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 is your will? Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. Tim. Dues ! 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 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, 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. Flav. Enter APEMANTUS and a Fool. Caph. Stay, stay; here comes the Fool with Ape mantus: let's have some sport with 'em. Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us. |