am sworne not to giue regard to you. Farewell, & come
with better Musicke.
ExitAper.
So: Thou wilt not heare mee now, thou shalt
not then. Ile locke thy heauen from thee:
[580]
Oh that mens eares should beTo Counsell deafe, but not to Flatterie.Exit
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter a Senator.Sen.And late fiue thousand: to
Varro and to
IsidoreHe owes nine thousand, besides my former summe,Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motion
[585]
Of raging waste
? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want Gold, steale but a beggers Dogge,And giue it
Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold.
If I would sell my Horse, and buy twenty moeBetter then he; why giue my Horse to
Timon.
[590]
Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me straightAnd able Horses: No Porter at his gate,But rather one that smiles, and still inuitesAll that passe by. It cannot hold, no reasonCan sound his state in safety.
Caphis hoa,
[595]
Caphis I say.
Enter Caphis.Ca.Heere sir, what is your pleasure.Sen.Get on your cloake, & hast you to Lord
Timon,
Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceastWith slight deniall; nor then silenc'd, when
[600]
Commend me to your Master, and the CapPlayes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,My Vses cry to me; I must serue my turneOut of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,And my reliances on his fracted dates
[605]
Haue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.Immediate are my needs, and my releefeMust not be tost and turn'd to me in words,But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,
[610]
Put on a most importunate aspect,A visage of demand: for I do feareWhen euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,Lord
Timon will be left a naked gull,
An ink mark follows the end of this line.Which flashes now a Phœnix, get you gone.Ca.
[615]
I go sir.Sen.I go sir?Take the Bonds along with you,And haue the dates in. Come.Ca.I will Sir.Sen.
[620]
Go.Exeunt
[Act 2, Scene 2]
Enter Steward, with many billes in his hand.Stew.No care, no stop, so senselesse of expence,That he will neither know how to maintaine it,Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no accomptHow things go from him, nor resume no care
[625]
Of what is to continue: neuer minde,Was to be so vnwise, to be so kinde.What shall be done, he will not heare, till feele:I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.Fye, fie, fie, fie.Enter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro.Cap.
[630]
Good euen
Varro: what, you come for money?
Var.Is't not your businesse too?Cap.It is, and yours too,
Isidore?Isid.It is so.
I feare it,Cap.Heere comes the Lord.Enter Timon, and his Traine.Tim.So soone as dinners done, wee'l forth againeMy
Alcibiades. With me, what is your will?
Cap.My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues.Tim.
[640]
Dues? whence are you?Cap.Of Athens heere, my Lord.Tim.Go to my Steward.Cap.Please it your Lordship, he hath put me offTo the succession of new dayes this moneth:
[645]
My Master is awak'd by great Occasion,To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,That with your other Noble parts, you'l suite,In giuing him his right.Tim.Mine honest Friend,
[650]
I prythee but repaire to me next morning.Cap.Nay, good my Lord.Tim.Containe thy selfe, good Friend.Var.One
Varroes seruant, my good Lord.
Isid.
From
Isidore, he humbly prayes your speedy pay
[655]
ment.
Cap.If you did know my Lord, my Masters wants.Var.
'Twas due on forfeyture my Lord, sixe weekes,
and past.
Isi.Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I
[660]
Am sent expressely to your Lordship.Tim.Giue me breath:I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on,Ile waite vpon you instantly. Come hither: pray youHow goes the world, that I am thus encountred
[665]
With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds,And the detention of long since due debtsAgainst my Honor?Stew.Please you Gentlemen,The time is vnagreeable to this businesse:
[670]
Your importunacie cease, till after dinner,That I may make his Lordship vnderstandAn ink mark follows the end of this line.Wherefore you are not paid.Tim.Do so my Friends, see them well entertain'd.Stew.Pray draw neere.Exit.Enter Apemantus and Foole.Caph.
[675]
stay, stay, here comes the Foole with
Apeman
tus
, letַs ha some sport with 'em.
Var.Hang him, hee'l abuse vs.Isid.A plague vpon him dogge.Var.How dost Foole?Ape.
[680]
Dost Dialogue with thy shadow?Var.I speake not to thee.Ape.No 'tis to thy selfe. Come away.Isi.There's the Foole hangs on your backe already.Ape.No thou stand'st single, th'art not on him yet.Cap.
[685]
Where's the Foole now
?Ape.
He last ask'd the question. Poore Rogues, and
Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.
Al.What are we
Apemantus?
Ape.Asses.All.
[690]
Why?Ape.
That you ask me what you are, & do not know
your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.
Foole.How do you Gentlemen?All.Gramercies good Foole:
[Act 2, Scene 2]
Enter Steward, with many billes in his hand.Stew.No care, no stop, so senselesse of expence,That he will neither know how to maintaine it,Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no accomptHow things go from him, nor resume no care
[625]
Of what is to continue: neuer minde,Was to be so vnwise, to be so kinde.What shall be done, he will not heare, till feele:I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.Fye, fie, fie, fie.Enter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro.Cap.
[630]
Good euen
Varro: what, you come for money?
Var.Is't not your businesse too?Cap.It is, and yours too,
Isidore?Isid.It is so.Cap.Would we were all discharg'd.Var.
[635]
I feare it,Cap.Heere comes the Lord.Enter Timon, and his Traine.Tim.So soone as dinners done, wee'l forth againeMy
Alcibiades. With me, what is your will?
Cap.My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues.Tim.
[640]
Dues? whence are you?Cap.Of Athens heere, my Lord.Tim.Go to my Steward.Cap.Please it your Lordship, he hath put me offTo the succession of new dayes this moneth:
[645]
My Master is awak'd by great Occasion,To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,That with your other Noble parts, you'l suite,In giuing him his right.Tim.Mine honest Friend,
[650]
I prythee but repaire to me next morning.Cap.Nay, good my Lord.Tim.Containe thy selfe, good Friend.Var.One
Varroes seruant, my good Lord.
Isid.
From
Isidore, he humbly prayes your speedy pay
[655]
ment.
Cap.If you did know my Lord, my Masters wants.Var.
'Twas due on forfeyture my Lord, sixe weekes,
and past.
Isi.Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I
[660]
Am sent expressely to your Lordship.Tim.Giue me breath:I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on,Ile waite vpon you instantly. Come hither: pray youHow goes the world, that I am thus encountred
[665]
With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds,And the detention of long since due debtsAgainst my Honor?Stew.Please you Gentlemen,The time is vnagreeable to this businesse:
[670]
Your importunacie cease, till after dinner,That I may make his Lordship vnderstandAn ink mark follows the end of this line.Wherefore you are not paid.Tim.Do so my Friends, see them well entertain'd.Stew.Pray draw neere.Exit.Enter Apemantus and Foole.Caph.
[675]
stay, stay, here comes the Foole with
Apeman
tus
, letַs ha some sport with 'em.
Var.Hang him, hee'l abuse vs.Isid.A plague vpon him dogge.Var.How dost Foole?Ape.
[680]
Dost Dialogue with thy shadow?Var.I speake not to thee.Ape.No 'tis to thy selfe. Come away.Isi.There's the Foole hangs on your backe already.Ape.No thou stand'st single, th'art not on him yet.Cap.
[685]
Where's the Foole now
?Ape.
He last ask'd the question. Poore Rogues, and
Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.
Al.What are we
Apemantus?
Ape.Asses.All.
[690]
Why?Ape.
That you ask me what you are, & do not know
your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.
Foole.How do you Gentlemen?All.Gramercies good Foole:
[695]
How does your Mistris?Foole.
She's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chic
kens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth.
Ape.
Good, Gramercy.
Enter Page.Foole.
Looke you, heere comes my Masters Page.
Page.
[700]
Why how now Captaine? what do you in this
wise Company.
How dost thou
Apermantus?
Ape.
Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might
answer thee profitably.
Boy.
[705]
Prythee
Apemantus reade me the superscripti
on of these Letters, I know not which is which.
Ape.
Canst not read?
Page.
No.
Ape.
There will litle Learning dye then that day thou
[710]
art hang'd. This is to Lord
Timon, this to
Alcibiades. Go
thou was't borne a Bastard, and thou't dye a Bawd.
Page.
Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou shalt
famish a Dogges death.
Answer not, I am gone.
ExitApe.
[715]
E'ne so thou out‑runst Grace,Foole I will go with you to Lord
Timons.
Foole.Will you leaue me there?Ape.If
Timon stay at home.
You three serue three Vsurers?All.
[720]
I would they seru'd vs.Ape.So would I:As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe.Foole.Are you three Vsurers men?All.I Foole.Foole.
[725]
I thinke no Vsurer, but ha's a Foole to his Ser
uant. My Mistris is one, and I am her Foole: when men
come to borrow of your Masters, they approach sadly,
and go away merry: but they enter my Masters house
merrily, and go away sadly. The reason of this?
Var.
[730]
I could render one.
Ap.
Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore
master, and a Knaue, which notwithstanding thou shalt
be no lesse esteemed.
Varro.
What is a Whoremaster Foole?
Foole.
[735]
A Foole in good cloathes, and something like
thee. 'Tis a spirit, sometime t'appeares like a Lord, som
time like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with
two stones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often
like a Knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes
[740]
vp and downe in, from fourescore to thirteen, this spirit
walkes in.
Var.Thou art not altogether a Foole.Foole.Nor thou altogether a Wise man,As much foolerie as I haue, so much wit thou lack'st.An ink mark follows the end of this line.Ape.
[745]
That answer might haue become
Apemantus.
All.Aside, aside, heere comes Lord
Timon.
Enter Timon and Steward.Ape.Come with me (Foole) come.Foole.
I do not alwayes follow Louer, elder Brother,
and Woman, sometime the Philosopher.
Stew.
[750]
Pray you walke neere,Ile speake with you anon.Exeunt.Tim.You make me meruell wherefore ere this timeHad you not fully laide my state before me,That I might so haue rated my expence
[755]
As I had leaue of meanes.Stew.You would not heare me:At many leysures I propose.Tim.Go too:Perchance some single vantages you tooke,
[760]
When my indisposition put you backe,And that vnaptnesse made your ministerThus to excuse your selfe.Stew.O my good Lord,At many times I brought in my accompts,
[765]
Laid them before you, you would throw them off,And say you sound them in mine honestie,When for some trifling present you haue bid meReturne so much, I haue shooke my head, and wept:Yea 'gainst th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you
[770]
To hold your hand more close: I did indureNot sildome, nor no slight checkes, when I hauePrompted you in the ebbe of your estate,And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lord,Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time,
[775]
The greatest of your hauing, lackes a halfe,To pay your present debts.Tim.Let all my Land be sold.Stew.'Tis all engag'd, some forfeyted and gone,And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth
[780]
Of present dues; the future comes apace:What shall defend the interim, and at lengthHow goes our reck'ning?Tim.To Lacedemon did my Land extend.Stew.O my good Lord, the world is but a word,
[785]
Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,How quickely were it gone.Tim.You tell me true.Stew.If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood,Call me before th'exactest Auditors,
[790]
And set me on the proofe. So the Gods blesse me,When all our Offices haue beene opprestWith riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue weptWith drunken spilth of Wine; when euery roomeHath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,
[795]
I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke,And set mine eyes at flow.Tim.Prythee no more.Stew.Heauens, haue I said, the bounty of this Lord:How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants
[800]
This night englutted: who is not
Timons,
What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is
L.
LordTimons:
Great
Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royall
Timon:
Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praise,The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made:
[805]
Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showres,These flyes are coucht.Tim.Come sermon me no further.No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart;Vnwisely, not ignobly haue I giuen.
[810]
Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke,To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart,If I would broach the vessels of my loue,And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse
[815]
As I can bid thee speake.ste.A
rance blesse your thoughts.
Tim.And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd,That I account them blessings. For by theseShall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue
[820]
How you mistake my Fortunes:I am wealthie in my Friends.Within there,
Flauius, Seruilius?
Enter three Seruants.Ser.My Lord, my Lord.Tim.I will dispatch you seuerally.
[825]
You to Lord
Lucius, to Lord
Lucullus you, I hunted
with his Honor to day; you to
Sempronius; commend me
to their loues; and I am proud say, that my occasions
haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony: let
the request be fifty Talents.
Flam.
[830]
As you haue said, my Lord.Stew.Lord
Lucius and
Lucullus? Humh.
Tim.Go you sir to the Senators;Of whom, euen to the States best health; I haueDeseru'd this Hearing: bid 'em send o'th'instant
[835]
A thousand Talents to me.Ste,I haue beene bold(For that I knew it the most generall way)To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name,But they do shake their heads, and I am heere
[840]
No richer in returne.Tim.Is't true? Can't be?Stew.They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice,That now they are at fall, want Treature cannotDo what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable,
[845]
But yet they could haue wisht, they know not,Something hath beene amisse; a Noble NatureMay catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,And so intending other serious matters,After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions
[850]
With certaine halfe‑caps, and cold mouing nods,They froze me into Silence.Tim.You Gods reward them:Prythee man looke cheerely. These old FellowesHaue their ingratitude in them Hereditary:
[855]
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it sildome flowes,'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde;And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,Is fashion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy.Go to
Ventiddius (prythee be not sad,
[860]
Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speake,No blame belongs to thee:)
Ventiddius lately
Buried his Father, by whose death hee's stepp'dInto a great estate: When he was poore,Imprison'd, and in scarsitie of Friends,
[865]
I cleer'd him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me,Bid him suppose, some good necessityTouches his Friend, which craues to be remembredWith those fiue Talents; that had, giue't these FellowesTo whom 'tis instant due. Neu'r speake, or thinke,
[870]
That
Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke.
Stew.I would I could not thinke it:That thought is Bounties Foe;Being free it selfe, it thinkes all others so.Exeunt
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<sp who="#F-tim-isi">
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<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
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<lb n="687"/>Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-alc">
<speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
<l n="688">What are we<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<l n="689">Asses.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="690">Why?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<p n="691">That you ask me what you are, & do not know
<lb n="692"/>your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<l n="693">How do you Gentlemen?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="694">Gramercies good Foole:</l>
<l n="695">How does your Mistris?</l>
</sp>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0702-0.jpg" n="84"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="696">She's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chic
<lb n="697"/>kens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<p n="698">Good, Gramercy.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Page.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="699">Looke you, heere comes my Masters Page.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<p n="700">Why how now Captaine? what do you in this
<lb n="701"/>wise Company.</p>
<p n="702">How dost thou<hi rend="italic">Apermantus</hi>?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<p n="703">Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might
<lb n="704"/>answer thee profitably.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
<p n="705">Prythee<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>reade me the superscripti
<lb n="706"/>on of these Letters, I know not which is which.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<p n="707">Canst not read?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<p n="708">No.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<p n="709">There will litle Learning dye then that day thou
<lb n="710"/>art hang'd. This is to Lord<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, this to<hi rend="italic">Alcibiades</hi>. Go
<lb n="711"/>thou was't borne a Bastard, and thou't dye a Bawd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<p n="712">Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou shalt
<lb n="713"/>famish a Dogges death.</p>
<p n="714">Answer not, I am gone.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<l n="715">E'ne so thou out‑runst Grace,</l>
<l n="716">Foole I will go with you to Lord<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<l n="717">Will you leaue me there?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<l n="718">If<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>stay at home.</l>
<l n="719">You three serue three Vsurers?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="720">I would they seru'd vs.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<l n="721">So would I:</l>
<l n="722">As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<l n="723">Are you three Vsurers men?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="724">I Foole.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="725">I thinke no Vsurer, but ha's a Foole to his Ser
<lb n="726"/>uant. My Mistris is one, and I am her Foole: when men
<lb n="727"/>come to borrow of your Masters, they approach sadly,
<lb n="728"/>and go away merry: but they enter my Masters house
<lb n="729"/>merrily, and go away sadly. The reason of this?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-var">
<speaker rend="italic">Var.</speaker>
<p n="730">I could render one.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ap.</speaker>
<p n="731">Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore
<lb n="732"/>master, and a Knaue, which notwithstanding thou shalt
<lb n="733"/>be no lesse esteemed.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-var">
<speaker rend="italic">Varro.</speaker>
<p n="734">What is a Whoremaster Foole?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="735">A Foole in good cloathes, and something like
<lb n="736"/>thee. 'Tis a spirit, sometime t'appeares like a Lord, som
<lb n="737"/>time like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with
<lb n="738"/>two stones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often
<lb n="739"/>like a Knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes
<lb n="740"/>vp and downe in, from fourescore to thirteen, this spirit
<lb n="741"/>walkes in.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-var">
<speaker rend="italic">Var.</speaker>
<l n="742">Thou art not altogether a Foole.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<l n="743">Nor thou altogether a Wise man,</l>
<l n="744">As much foolerie as I haue, so much wit thou lack'st.</l>
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</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<l n="745">That answer might haue become<hi rend="italic">Apemantus</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<l n="746">Aside, aside, heere comes Lord<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Timon and Steward.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tim-ape">
<speaker rend="italic">Ape.</speaker>
<l n="747">Come with me (Foole) come.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="748">I do not alwayes follow Louer, elder Brother,
<lb n="749"/>and Woman, sometime the Philosopher.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="750">Pray you walke neere,</l>
<l n="751">Ile speake with you anon.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="752">You make me meruell wherefore ere this time</l>
<l n="753">Had you not fully laide my state before me,</l>
<l n="754">That I might so haue rated my expence</l>
<l n="755">As I had leaue of meanes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="756">You would not heare me:</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="757">At many leysures I propose.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="758">Go too:</l>
<l n="759">Perchance some single vantages you tooke,</l>
<l n="760">When my indisposition put you backe,</l>
<l n="761">And that vnaptnesse made your minister</l>
<l n="762">Thus to excuse your selfe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="763">O my good Lord,</l>
<l n="764">At many times I brought in my accompts,</l>
<l n="765">Laid them before you, you would throw them off,</l>
<l n="766">And say you sound them in mine honestie,</l>
<l n="767">When for some trifling present you haue bid me</l>
<l n="768">Returne so much, I haue shooke my head, and wept:</l>
<l n="769">Yea 'gainst th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you</l>
<l n="770">To hold your hand more close: I did indure</l>
<l n="771">Not sildome, nor no slight checkes, when I haue</l>
<l n="772">Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate,</l>
<l n="773">And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lord,</l>
<l n="774">Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time,</l>
<l n="775">The greatest of your hauing, lackes a halfe,</l>
<l n="776">To pay your present debts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="777">Let all my Land be sold.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="778">'Tis all engag'd, some forfeyted and gone,</l>
<l n="779">And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth</l>
<l n="780">Of present dues; the future comes apace:</l>
<l n="781">What shall defend the interim, and at length</l>
<l n="782">How goes our reck'ning?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="783">To Lacedemon did my Land extend.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="784">O my good Lord, the world is but a word,</l>
<l n="785">Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,</l>
<l n="786">How quickely were it gone.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="787">You tell me true.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="788">If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood,</l>
<l n="789">Call me before th'exactest Auditors,</l>
<l n="790">And set me on the proofe. So the Gods blesse me,</l>
<l n="791">When all our Offices haue beene opprest</l>
<l n="792">With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept</l>
<l n="793">With drunken spilth of Wine; when euery roome</l>
<l n="794">Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,</l>
<l n="795">I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke,</l>
<l n="796">And set mine eyes at flow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="797">Prythee no more.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="798">Heauens, haue I said, the bounty of this Lord:</l>
<l n="799">How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants</l>
<l n="800">This night englutted: who is not<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>,</l>
<l n="801">What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is<choice>
<abbr>L.</abbr>
<expan>Lord</expan>
</choice>
<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>:</l>
<l n="802">Great<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>, Noble, Worthy, Royall<hi rend="italic">Timon</hi>:</l>
<l n="803">Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praise,</l>
<l n="804">The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made:</l>
<l n="805">Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showres,</l>
<l n="806">These flyes are coucht.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="807">Come sermon me no further.</l>
<l n="808">No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart;</l>
<l n="809">Vnwisely, not ignobly haue I giuen.</l>
<l n="810">Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke,</l>
<l n="811">To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart,</l>
<l n="812">If I would broach the vessels of my loue,</l>
<l n="813">And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,</l>
<l n="814">Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse</l>
<l n="815">As I can bid thee speake.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">ste.</speaker>
<l n="816">A<gap extent="3"
unit="chars"
reason="illegible"
agent="abrasion"
resp="#ES"/>rance blesse your thoughts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="817">And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd,</l>
<l n="818">That I account them blessings. For by these</l>
<l n="819">Shall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue</l>
<l n="820">How you mistake my Fortunes:</l>
<l n="821">I am wealthie in my Friends.</l>
<l n="822">Within there,<hi rend="italic">Flauius, Seruilius</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0703-0.jpg" n="85"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter three Seruants.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tim-ser">
<speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
<l n="823">My Lord, my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="824">I will dispatch you seuerally.</l>
<p n="825">You to Lord<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>, to Lord<hi rend="italic">Lucullus</hi>you, I hunted
<lb n="826"/>with his Honor to day; you to<hi rend="italic">Sempronius</hi>; commend me
<lb n="827"/>to their loues; and I am proud say, that my occasions
<lb n="828"/>haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony: let
<lb n="829"/>the request be fifty Talents.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flm">
<speaker rend="italic">Flam.</speaker>
<l n="830">As you haue said, my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="831">Lord<hi rend="italic">Lucius</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Lucullus</hi>? Humh.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="832">Go you sir to the Senators;</l>
<l n="833">Of whom, euen to the States best health; I haue</l>
<l n="834">Deseru'd this Hearing: bid 'em send o'th'instant</l>
<l n="835">A thousand Talents to me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Ste,</speaker>
<l n="836">I haue beene bold</l>
<l n="837">(For that I knew it the most generall way)</l>
<l n="838">To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name,</l>
<l n="839">But they do shake their heads, and I am heere</l>
<l n="840">No richer in returne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="841">Is't true? Can't be?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="842">They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice,</l>
<l n="843">That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot</l>
<l n="844">Do what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable,</l>
<l n="845">But yet they could haue wisht, they know not,</l>
<l n="846">Something hath beene amisse; a Noble Nature</l>
<l n="847">May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,</l>
<l n="848">And so intending other serious matters,</l>
<l n="849">After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions</l>
<l n="850">With certaine halfe‑caps, and cold mouing nods,</l>
<l n="851">They froze me into Silence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-tim">
<speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
<l n="852">You Gods reward them:</l>
<l n="853">Prythee man looke cheerely. These old Fellowes</l>
<l n="854">Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary:</l>
<l n="855">Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it sildome flowes,</l>
<l n="856">'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde;</l>
<l n="857">And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,</l>
<l n="858">Is fashion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy.</l>
<l n="859">Go to<hi rend="italic">Ventiddius</hi>(prythee be not sad,</l>
<l n="860">Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speake,</l>
<l n="861">No blame belongs to thee:)<hi rend="italic">Ventiddius</hi>lately</l>
<l n="862">Buried his Father, by whose death hee's stepp'd</l>
<l n="863">Into a great estate: When he was poore,</l>
<l n="864">Imprison'd, and in scarsitie of Friends,</l>
<l n="865">I cleer'd him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me,</l>
<l n="866">Bid him suppose, some good necessity</l>
<l n="867">Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred</l>
<l n="868">With those fiue Talents; that had, giue't these Fellowes</l>
<l n="869">To whom 'tis instant due. Neu'r speake, or thinke,</l>
<l n="870">That<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tim-flv">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="871">I would I could not thinke it:</l>
<l n="872">That thought is Bounties Foe;</l>
<l n="873">Being free it selfe, it thinkes all others so.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
</div>