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Flav. My lord.
Tim. The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord.—More jewels yet! There is no crossing him in his humour; [Aside. Else I should tell him,—Well,—i'faith, I should, When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.7 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;8 That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.9
[Exit, and returns with the Casket.
1 Lord. Where be our men?Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness.
1 Lord. Our horses.
Tim. O my friends, I have one word
To say to you:—Look you, my good lord, I must
1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,—
All. So are we all.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate Newly alighted, and come to visit you. Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Flav. I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee:
7 he'd be cross'd then, an he could.'] i. e. he will then too late wish that it were possible to undo what he had done: he will in vain lament that I did not [cross or] thwart him in his career of prodigality.
8 had not eyes behind;] To see the miseries that are following her. Johnson.
9 for his mind.] For nobleness of soul. Johnson.
Advance this jewel;] To prefer it; to raise it to honour by wearing it. Johnson.
I pr'y thee, let us be provided
Flav. I scarce know how.
Enter another Servant.
2 Serv. May it please your honour, the Lord Lu
cius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents
Enter a third Servant.
Be worthily entertain'd.—How now, what news?
3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Luculius, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.
Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward.
Flav. [Aside.'] What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
Tim. You do yourselves
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:— Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
1 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.
3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty!Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it.
2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man Can justly praise, but what he does affect: I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.
All Lords. None so welcome.
Tim. I take all and your several visitations
Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord.
1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,
Tim. And so
Am I to you.
1 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, &c. Apem. What a coil's here!
* All to you.] i. e. all good wishes, or all happiness to you.
Serving of becks,3 andjuttnSg 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
Tim. Nay, An you begin to rail on society once,
Thou'lt not hear me now,—thou shalt not then, I'll lock Thy heaven5 from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [Exit.
1 Serving of becks,] Beck means a salutation made with the head. To serve a beck is to offer a salutation.
* IVilt give away thyself in paper shortly:] i. e. be ruined by his securities entered into.
s Thy heaven —] By his heaven he means good advice, the only thing by which he could be saved.
SCENE I. The same. A Room in a Senator's
Enter a Senator, with Papers in his Hand.
Sen. And 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.6 Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say!
Caph. Here, sir; What is your pleasure?
Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Timon; Imp6rtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd7 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, sirrah,
Can found his state in safety..] Reason cannot find his fortune to have any safe or solid foundation. 7 —— be not ceas'd—] i. e. stopped.