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Reference: Gg5v - Tragedies, p. 86

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Timon of Athens.

what necessity belong'd too't, and yet was deny'de.

Luci.

How?

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I tell you, deny'de my Lord.

Luci.

What a strange case was that? Now before the

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Gods I am asham'd on't. Denied that honourable man?

There was verie little Honour shew'd in't. For my owne

part, I must needes confesse, I haue receyued some small

kindnesses from him, as Money, Plate, Iewels, and such

like Trifles; nothing comparing to his: yet had hee mi­

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stooke him, and sent to me, I should ne're haue denied his

Occasion so many Talents.

Enter Seruilius. Seruil.

See, by good hap yonders my Lord, I haue

swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord.

Lucil.

Seruilius? You are kindely met sir. Farthewell,

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commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord, my ve­

ry exquisite Friend.

Seruil.

May it please your Honour, my Lord hath

sent⸺

Luci.

Ha ? what ha's he sent? I am so much endeered

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to that Lord; hee's euer sending: how shall I thank him

think'st thou ? And what has he sent now?

Seruil.

Has onely sent his present Occasion now my

Lord: requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse

with so many Talents.

Lucil.
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I know his Lordship is but merry with me, He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents.
Seruil. But in the mean time he wants lesse my Lord. If his occasion were not vertuous, I should not vrge it halfe so faithfully. Luc.
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Dost thou speake seriously Seruilius?
Seruil. Vpon my soule 'tis true Sir. Luci.

What a wicked Beast was I to disfurnish my

self against such a good time, when I might ha shewn my

selfe Honourable? How vnluckily it hapned, that I shold

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Purchase the day before for a little part, and vndo a great

deale of Honour? Seruilius, now before the Gods I am

not able to do (the more beast I say) I was sending to vse

Lord Timon my selfe, these Gentlemen can witnesse; but

I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done't now.

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Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship, and I

hope his Honor will conceiue the fairest of mee, because

I haue no power to be kinde. And tell him this from me,

I count it one of my greatest afflictions say, that I cannot

pleasure such an Honourable Gentleman. Good Seruili­ us , will you befriend mee so farre, as to vse mine owne

words to him?

Ser. Yes sir, I shall. Exit Seruil. Lucil. Ile looke you out a good turne Seruilius. True as you said, Timon is shrunke indeede,
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And he that's once deny'de, will hardly speede.
Exit. 1 Do you obserue this Hostilius? 2 I, to well. 1 Why this is the worlds soule, And iust of the same peece
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Is euery Flatterers sport: who can call him his Friend That dips in the same dish? For in my knowing Timon has bin this Lords Father, And kept his credit with his purse: Supported his estate, nay Timons money
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Has paid his men their wages. He ne're drinkes, But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip, And yet, oh see the monstrousnesse of man, When he lookes out in an vngratefull shape; He does deny him (in respect of his)

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What charitable men affoord to Beggers.
3 Religion grones at it. 1 For mine owne part, I neuer tasted Timon in my life Nor came any of his bounties ouer me, To marke me for his Friend. Yet I protest,
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For his right Noble minde, illustrious Vertue, And Honourable Carriage, Had his necessity made vse of me, I would haue put my wealth into Donation, And the best halfe should haue return'd to him,
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So much I loue his heart: But I perceiue, Men must learne now with pitty to dispence, For Policy sits aboue Conscience.
Exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 3] Enter a third seruant with Sempronius, another of Timons Friends. Semp. Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum. 'Boue all others?
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He might haue tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus, And now Ventidgius is wealthy too, Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these Owes their estates vnto him.
Ser. My Lord,
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They haue all bin touch'd, and found Base‑Mettle, For they haue all denied him.
Semp. How? Haue they deny'de him? Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him, And does he send to me? Three? Humh?
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It shewes but little loue, or iudgement in him. Must I be his last Refuge? His Friends (like Physitians) Thriue, giue him ouer: Must I take th'Cure vpon me? Has much disgrace'd me in't, I'me angry at him, That might haue knowne my place. I see no sense for't,
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But his Occasions might haue wooed me first: For in my conscience, I was the first man That ere receiued guift from him. And does he thinke so backwardly of me now, That Ile requite it last? No:
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So it may proue an Argument of Laughter To th'rest, and 'mong'st Lords be thought a Foole: I'de rather then the worth of thrice the summe, Had sent to me first, but for my mindes sake: I'de such a courage to do him good. But now returne,
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And with their faint reply, this answer ioyne; Who bates mine Honor, shall not know my Coyne.
Exit Ser.

Excellent: Your Lordships a goodly Villain: the

diuell knew not what he did, when hee made man Poli­

ticke; he crossed himselfe by't: and I cannot thinke, but

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in the end, the Villanies of man will set him cleere. How

fairely this Lord striues to appeare foule? Takes Vertu­

ous Copies to be wicked: like those, that vnder hotte ar­

dent zeale, would set whole Realmes on fire, of such a na­

ture is his politike loue.

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This was my Lords best hope, now all are fled Saue onely the Gods. Now his Friends are dead, Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards Many a bounteous yeere, must be imploy'd Now to guard sure their Master:
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And this is all a liberall course allowes, Who cannot keepe his wealth, must keep his house.
Exit.
[Act 3, Scene 4] Enter Varro's man, meeting others. All Timons Creditors to wait for his comming out. Then enter Lucius and Hortensius. Var. man. Well met, goodmorrow Titus & Hortensius Titus

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[Act 3, Scene 3] Enter a third seruant with Sempronius, another of Timons Friends. Semp. Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum. 'Boue all others?
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He might haue tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus, And now Ventidgius is wealthy too, Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these Owes their estates vnto him.
Ser. My Lord,
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They haue all bin touch'd, and found Base‑Mettle, For they haue all denied him.
Semp. How? Haue they deny'de him? Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him, And does he send to me? Three? Humh?
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It shewes but little loue, or iudgement in him. Must I be his last Refuge? His Friends (like Physitians) Thriue, giue him ouer: Must I take th'Cure vpon me? Has much disgrace'd me in't, I'me angry at him, That might haue knowne my place. I see no sense for't,
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But his Occasions might haue wooed me first: For in my conscience, I was the first man That ere receiued guift from him. And does he thinke so backwardly of me now, That Ile requite it last? No:
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So it may proue an Argument of Laughter To th'rest, and 'mong'st Lords be thought a Foole: I'de rather then the worth of thrice the summe, Had sent to me first, but for my mindes sake: I'de such a courage to do him good. But now returne,
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And with their faint reply, this answer ioyne; Who bates mine Honor, shall not know my Coyne.
Exit Ser.

Excellent: Your Lordships a goodly Villain: the

diuell knew not what he did, when hee made man Poli­

ticke; he crossed himselfe by't: and I cannot thinke, but

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in the end, the Villanies of man will set him cleere. How

fairely this Lord striues to appeare foule? Takes Vertu­

ous Copies to be wicked: like those, that vnder hotte ar­

dent zeale, would set whole Realmes on fire, of such a na­

ture is his politike loue.

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This was my Lords best hope, now all are fled Saue onely the Gods. Now his Friends are dead, Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards Many a bounteous yeere, must be imploy'd Now to guard sure their Master:
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And this is all a liberall course allowes, Who cannot keepe his wealth, must keep his house.
Exit.
 

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