Timon of Athens.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
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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:
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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
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master,
enters a seruant to him.
Ser.
I haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down
[875]
to you.
Flam.
I thanke you Sir.
Enter Lucullus.Ser.
Heere's my Lord.
Luc.
One of Lord
Timons men? A Guift I warrant.
Why this hits right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason & Ewre
[880]
to night.
Flaminius, honest
Flaminius, you are verie re
spectiuely welcome sir. Fill me some Wine. And how
does that Honourable, Compleate, Free‑hearted Gentle
man of Athens, thy very bountifull good Lord and May
ster?
Flam.
[885]
His health is well sir.
Luc.
I am right glad that his health is well sir: and
what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake, pretty
Flaminius?
Flam.
Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which in
my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to sup
[890]
ply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie
Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him: no
thing doubting your present assistance therein.
Luc.
La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee? Alas
good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep
[895]
so good a house. Many a time and often I ha din'd with
him, and told him on't, and come againe to supper to him
of purpose, to haue him spend lesse, and yet he wold em
brace no counsell, take no warning by my comming, eue
ry man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him on't,
[900]
but I could nere get him from't.
Enter Seruant with Wine.Ser.Please your Lordship, heere is the Wine.Luc.Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wise.
Heere's to thee.Flam.Your Lordship speakes your pleasure.Luc.
[905]
I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie
prompt spirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes
what belongs to reason; and canst vse the time wel, if the
time vse thee well. Good parts in thee; get you gone sir
rah. Draw neerer honest
Flaminius. Thy Lords a boun
[910]
tifull Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou know'st
well enough (although thou com'st to me) that this is no
time to lend money, especially vpon bare friendshippe
without securitie. Here's three
Solidares for thee, good
Boy winke at me, and say thou saw'st mee not. Fare thee
[915]
well.
Flam.Is't possible the world should so much differ,And we aliue that liued? Fly damned basenesseTo him that worships thee.Luc.
Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy
[920]
Master.
Exit L.Flam.May these adde to the number y
t may scald thee:
Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,
[925]
It turnes in lesse then two nights
? O you Gods!
I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,Has my Lords meate in him:Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,When he is turn'd to poyson?
[930]
O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of NatureWhich my Lord payd for, be of any powerTo expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower.Exit.
[Act 3, Scene 2]
Enter Lucius, with three strangers.Luc.
Who the Lord
Timon? He is my very good friend
[935]
and an Honourable Gentleman.
1
We know him for no lesse, thogh we are but stran
gers to him. But I can tell you one thing my Lord, and
which I heare from common rumours, now Lord
Timons
happie howres are done and past, and his estate shrinkes
[940]
from him.
Lucius.
Fye no, doe not beleeue it: hee cannot want
for money.
2
But beleeue you this my Lord, that not long agoe,
one of his men was with the Lord
Lucullus, to borrow so
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master,
enters a seruant to him.
Ser.
I haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down
[875]
to you.
Flam.
I thanke you Sir.
Enter Lucullus.Ser.
Heere's my Lord.
Luc.
One of Lord
Timons men? A Guift I warrant.
Why this hits right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason & Ewre
[880]
to night.
Flaminius, honest
Flaminius, you are verie re
spectiuely welcome sir. Fill me some Wine. And how
does that Honourable, Compleate, Free‑hearted Gentle
man of Athens, thy very bountifull good Lord and May
ster?
Flam.
[885]
His health is well sir.
Luc.
I am right glad that his health is well sir: and
what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake, pretty
Flaminius?
Flam.
Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which in
my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to sup
[890]
ply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie
Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him: no
thing doubting your present assistance therein.
Luc.
La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee? Alas
good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep
[895]
so good a house. Many a time and often I ha din'd with
him, and told him on't, and come againe to supper to him
of purpose, to haue him spend lesse, and yet he wold em
brace no counsell, take no warning by my comming, eue
ry man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him on't,
[900]
but I could nere get him from't.
Enter Seruant with Wine.Ser.Please your Lordship, heere is the Wine.Luc.Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wise.
Heere's to thee.Flam.Your Lordship speakes your pleasure.Luc.
[905]
I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie
prompt spirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes
what belongs to reason; and canst vse the time wel, if the
time vse thee well. Good parts in thee; get you gone sir
rah. Draw neerer honest
Flaminius. Thy Lords a boun
[910]
tifull Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou know'st
well enough (although thou com'st to me) that this is no
time to lend money, especially vpon bare friendshippe
without securitie. Here's three
Solidares for thee, good
Boy winke at me, and say thou saw'st mee not. Fare thee
[915]
well.
Flam.Is't possible the world should so much differ,And we aliue that liued? Fly damned basenesseTo him that worships thee.Luc.
Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy
[920]
Master.
Exit L.Flam.May these adde to the number y
t may scald thee:
Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,
[925]
It turnes in lesse then two nights
? O you Gods!
I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,Has my Lords meate in him:Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,When he is turn'd to poyson?
[930]
O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of NatureWhich my Lord payd for, be of any powerTo expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower.Exit.
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