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	[Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand]

FLAVIUS: 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 hunting.
	Fie, fie, fie, fie!

	[Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro]

CAPHIS: Good even, Varro: what,
	You come for money?

Varro's Servant: Is't not your business too?

CAPHIS: It is: and yours too, Isidore?

Isidore's Servant: It is so.

CAPHIS: Would we were all discharged!

Varro's Servant: I fear it.

CAPHIS: Here comes the lord.

	[Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c]

TIMON: So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
	My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?

CAPHIS: My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

TIMON: Dues! Whence are you?

CAPHIS: Of Athens here, my lord.

TIMON: Go to my steward.

CAPHIS: Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
	To the succession of new days this month:
	My master is awaked 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.

TIMON: Mine honest friend,
	I prithee, but repair to me next morning.

CAPHIS: Nay, good my lord,--

TIMON: Contain thyself, good friend.

Varro's Servant: One Varro's servant, my good lord,--

Isidore's Servant: From Isidore;
	He humbly prays your speedy payment.

CAPHIS: If you did know, my lord, my master's wants--

Varro's Servant: 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past.

Isidore's Servant:          Your steward puts me off, my lord;
	And I am sent expressly to your lordship.

TIMON: Give me breath.
	I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
	I'll wait upon you instantly.

	[Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords]


		        Come hither: pray you,
	How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
	With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds,
	And the detention of long-since-due debts,
	Against my honour?

FLAVIUS:                   Please you, gentlemen,
	The time is unagreeable to this business:
	Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
	That I may make his lordship understand
	Wherefore you are not paid.

TIMON: Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd.


FLAVIUS: Pray, draw near.


	[Enter APEMANTUS and Fool]

CAPHIS: Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
	let's ha' some sport with 'em.

Varro's Servant: Hang him, he'll abuse us.

Isidore's Servant: A plague upon him, dog!

Varro's Servant: How dost, fool?

APEMANTUS: Dost dialogue with thy shadow?

Varro's Servant: I speak not to thee.

APEMANTUS: No,'tis to thyself.

	[To the Fool]

	Come away.

Isidore's Servant: There's the fool hangs on your back already.

APEMANTUS: No, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet.

CAPHIS: Where's the fool now?

APEMANTUS: He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and
	usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!

All Servants: What are we, Apemantus?


All Servants: Why?

APEMANTUS: That you ask me what you are, and do not know
	yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.

Fool: How do you, gentlemen?

All Servants: Gramercies, good fool: how does your mistress?

Fool: She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens
	as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!

APEMANTUS: Good! gramercy.

	[Enter Page]

Fool: Look you, here comes my mistress' page.

Page: [To the Fool]  Why, how now, captain! what do you
	in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS: Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer
	thee profitably.

Page: Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of
	these letters: I know not which is which.

APEMANTUS: Canst not read?

Page: No.

APEMANTUS: There will little learning die then, that day thou
	art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to
	Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou't
	die a bawd.

Page: Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a
	dog's death. Answer not; I am gone.


APEMANTUS: E'en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with
	you to Lord Timon's.

Fool: Will you leave me there?

APEMANTUS: If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?

All Servants: Ay; would they served us!

APEMANTUS: So would I,--as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.

Fool: Are you three usurers' men?

All Servants: Ay, fool.

Fool: I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my
	mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come
	to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and
	go away merry; but they enter my mistress' house
	merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this?

Varro's Servant: I could render one.

APEMANTUS: Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster
	and a knave; which not-withstanding, thou shalt be
	no less esteemed.

Varro's Servant: What is a whoremaster, fool?

Fool: A fool in good clothes, and something like thee.
	'Tis a spirit: sometime't appears like a lord;
	sometime like a lawyer; sometime like a philosopher,
	with two stones moe than's artificial one: he is
	very often like a knight; and, generally, in all
	shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore
	to thirteen, this spirit walks in.

Varro's Servant: Thou art not altogether a fool.

Fool: Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as
	I have, so much wit thou lackest.

APEMANTUS: That answer might have become Apemantus.

All Servants: Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.

	[Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS]

APEMANTUS: Come with me, fool, come.

Fool: I do not always follow lover, elder brother and
	woman; sometime the philosopher.

	[Exeunt APEMANTUS and Fool]

FLAVIUS: Pray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon.

	[Exeunt Servants]

TIMON: You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
	Had you not fully laid my state before me,
	That I might so have rated my expense,
	As I had leave of means?

FLAVIUS: You would not hear me,
	At many leisures I proposed.

TIMON: Go to:
	Perchance some single vantages you took.
	When my indisposition put you back:
	And that unaptness made your minister,
	Thus to excuse yourself.

FLAVIUS: O my good lord,
	At many times I brought in my accounts,
	Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
	And say, you found them in mine honesty.
	When, for some trifling present, you have bid me
	Return so much, I have shook my head and wept;
	Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you
	To hold your hand more close: I did endure
	Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have
	Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
	And your great flow of debts. My loved lord,
	Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time--
	The greatest of your having lacks a half
	To pay your present debts.

TIMON: Let all my land be sold.

FLAVIUS: 'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone;
	And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
	Of present dues: the future comes apace:
	What shall defend the interim? and at length
	How goes our reckoning?

TIMON: To Lacedaemon did my land extend.

FLAVIUS: O my good lord, the world is but a word:
	Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
	How quickly were it gone!

TIMON: You tell me true.

FLAVIUS: If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
	Call me before the exactest auditors
	And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
	When all our offices have been oppress'd
	With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
	With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
	Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy,
	I have retired me to a wasteful cock,
	And set mine eyes at flow.

TIMON: Prithee, no more.

FLAVIUS: Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
	How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
	This night englutted! Who is not Timon's?
	What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is
	Lord Timon's?
	Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
	Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
	The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
	Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
	These flies are couch'd.

TIMON: Come, sermon me no further:
	No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
	Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
	Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
	To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
	If I would broach the vessels of my love,
	And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
	Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
	As I can bid thee speak.

FLAVIUS: Assurance bless your thoughts!

TIMON: And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd,
	That I account them blessings; for by these
	Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you
	Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
	Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!

	[Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants]

Servants: My lord? my lord?

TIMON: I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
	to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour
	to-day: you, to Sempronius: commend me to their
	loves, and, I am proud, say, that my occasions have
	found time to use 'em toward a supply of money: let
	the request be fifty talents.

FLAMINIUS: As you have said, my lord.

FLAVIUS: [Aside]  Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum!

TIMON: Go you, sir, to the senators--
	Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have
	Deserved this hearing--bid 'em send o' the instant
	A thousand talents to me.

FLAVIUS: I have been bold--
	For that I knew it the most general way--
	To them to use your signet and your name;
	But they do shake their heads, and I am here
	No richer in return.

TIMON: Is't true? can't be?

FLAVIUS: They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
	That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
	Do what they would; are sorry--you are honourable,--
	But yet they could have wish'd--they know not--
	Something hath been amiss--a noble nature
	May catch a wrench--would all were well--'tis pity;--
	And so, intending other serious matters,
	After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
	With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
	They froze me into silence.

TIMON: You gods, reward them!
	Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
	Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
	Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
	'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
	And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
	Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.

	[To a Servant]

	Go to Ventidius.


	Prithee, be not sad,
	Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
	No blame belongs to thee.

	[To Servant]

		    Ventidius lately
	Buried his father; by whose death he's stepp'd
	Into a great estate: when he was poor,
	Imprison'd and in scarcity of friends,
	I clear'd him with five talents: greet him from me;
	Bid him suppose some good necessity
	Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd
	With those five talents.

	[Exit Servant]


		   That had, give't these fellows
	To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
	That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.

FLAVIUS: I would I could not think it: that thought is
	bounty's foe;
	Being free itself, it thinks all others so.



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