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Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant
of TIMON's
| SEMPRONIUS
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Must he needs trouble me
in 't,--hum!--'bove
all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
Owe their estates unto him. |
| Servant
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My lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have au denied him. |
| SEMPRONIUS
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How! have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? hum!
It shows but little love or judgment in him:
Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like
physicians,
Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me?
Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him,
That might have known my place: I see no sense for't,
But his occasion might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him:
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite its last? No:
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.
I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin. |
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[Exit] |
| Servant
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Excellent! Your lordship's
a goodly villain. The
devil knew not what he did when he made man
politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot
think but, in the end, the villainies of man will
set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to
appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked,
like those that under hot ardent zeal would set
whole realms on fire: Of such a nature is his
politic love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house. |
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[Exit] |
Enter two Servants of
Varro, and the Servant of
LUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and other
Servants of TIMON's creditors, waiting his coming out
Varro's
First Servant |
Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius. |
| TITUS
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The like to you kind
Varro. |
| HORTENSIUS
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Lucius!
What, do we meet together? |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Ay, and I think
One business does command us all; for mine Is money. |
| TITUS
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So is theirs and ours.
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[Enter PHILOTUS]
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
And Sir Philotus too!
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| PHILOTUS
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Good day at once.
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
Welcome, good brother.
What do you think the hour? |
| PHILOTUS
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Labouring for nine.
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
So much? |
| PHILOTUS
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Is not my lord seen yet?
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
Not yet. |
| PHILOTUS
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I wonder on't; he was wont
to shine at seven. |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Ay, but the days are wax'd
shorter with him:
You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little. |
| PHILOTUS
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I am of your fear for
that. |
| TITUS
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I'll show you how to
observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money. |
| HORTENSIUS
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Most true, he does.
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| TITUS
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And he wears jewels now of
Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money. |
| HORTENSIUS
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It is against my heart.
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
Mark, how strange it
shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em. |
| HORTENSIUS
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I'm weary of this charge,
the gods can witness:
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth. |
Varro's
First Servant |
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours? |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Five thousand mine.
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Varro's
First Servant |
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd. |
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Enter FLAMINIUS.
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| TITUS
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One of Lord Timon's men.
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
Flaminius! Sir, a word:
pray, is my lord ready to
come forth? |
| FLAMINIUS
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No, indeed, he is not.
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| TITUS
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We attend his lordship;
pray, signify so much. |
| FLAMINIUS
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I need not tell him that;
he knows you are too diligent. |
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[Exit] |
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[Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak,
muffled] |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Ha! is not that his
steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. |
| TITUS
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Do you hear, sir?
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Varro's
Second Servant |
By your leave, sir,-- |
| FLAVIUS
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What do ye ask of me, my
friend? |
| TITUS
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We wait for certain money
here, sir. |
| FLAVIUS
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Ay,
If money were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,
When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts
And take down the interest into their
gluttonous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
Let me pass quietly:
Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend. |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Ay, but this answer will
not serve. |
| FLAVIUS
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If 'twill not serve,'tis
not so base as you;
For you serve knaves. |
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[Exit] |
Varro's
First Servant |
How! what does his cashiered worship mutter? |
Varro's
Second Servant |
No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge
enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no
house to put his head in? such may rail against
great buildings. |
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[Enter SERVILIUS]
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| TITUS
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O, here's Servilius; now
we shall know some answer. |
| SERVILIUS
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If I might beseech you,
gentlemen, to repair some
other hour, I should derive much from't; for,
take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to
discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him;
he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber. |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Many do keep their
chambers are not sick:
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods. |
| SERVILIUS
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Good gods! |
| TITUS
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We cannot take this for
answer, sir. |
| FLAMINIUS
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[Within] Servilius, help!
My lord! my lord! |
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[Enter TIMON, in a rage,
FLAMINIUS following] |
| TIMON
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What, are my doors opposed
against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Put in now, Titus.
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| TITUS
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My lord, here is my bill.
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
Here's mine. |
| HORTENSIUS
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And mine, my lord.
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Both
Varro's Servants |
And ours, my lord. |
| PHILOTUS
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All our bills.
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| TIMON
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Knock me down with 'em:
cleave me to the girdle. |
| Lucilius'
Servant |
Alas, my lord,-
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| TIMON
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Cut my heart in sums.
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| TITUS
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Mine, fifty talents.
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| TIMON
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Tell out my blood.
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| Lucilius'
Servant |
Five thousand crowns, my
lord. |
| TIMON
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Five thousand drops pays
that.
What yours?--and yours? |
Varro's
First Servant |
My lord,-- |
Varro's
Second Servant |
My lord,-- |
| TIMON
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Tear me, take me, and the
gods fall upon you! |
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[Exit] |
| HORTENSIUS
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'Faith, I perceive our
masters may throw their caps
at their money: these debts may well be called
desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. |
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[Exeunt] |
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[Re-enter TIMON and
FLAVIUS] |
| TIMON
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They have e'en put my
breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils! |
| FLAVIUS
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My dear lord,--
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| TIMON
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What if it should be so?
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| FLAVIUS
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My lord,-- |
| TIMON
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I'll have it so. My
steward! |
| FLAVIUS
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Here, my lord.
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| TIMON
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So fitly? Go, bid all my
friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
All, sirrah, all:
I'll once more feast the rascals. |
| FLAVIUS
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O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table. |
| TIMON
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Be't not in thy care; go,
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. |
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[Exeunt] |
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