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Timon of Athens. Tit. The like to you kinde Varro. Hort. Lucius, what do we meet together? Luci.
[1070]
I, and I think one businesse do's command vs all. For mine is money.
Tit. So is theirs, and ours. Enter Philotus. Luci. And sir Philotus too. Phil. Good day at once. Luci.
[1075]
Welcome good Brother. What do you thinke the houre?
Phil. Labouring for Nine. Luci. So much? Phil. Is not my Lord seene yet? Luci.
[1080]
Not yet.
Phil. I wonder on't, he was wont to shine at seauen. Luci. I, but the dayes are waxt shorter with him: You must consider, that a Prodigall course Is like the Sunnes, but not like his recouerable, I feare:
[1085]

'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse, that is: One

may reach deepe enough, and yet finde little.

Phil. I am of your feare, for that. Tit. Ile shew you how t'obserue a strange euent: Your Lord sends now for Money? Hort.
[1090]
Most true, he doe's.
Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift, For which I waite for money. Hort. It is against my heart. Luci. Marke how strange it showes,
[1095]
Timon in this, should pay more then he owes: And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels, And send for money for 'em.
Hort. I'me weary of this Charge, The Gods can witnesse:
[1100]
I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth, And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth.
Varro. Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes: What's yours ? Luci. Fiue thousand mine. Varro.
[1105]
'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th'sum Your Masters confidence was aboue mine, Else surely his had equall'd.
Enter Flaminius. Tit. One of Lord Timons men. Luc.

Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie

[1110]

to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed he is not. Tit. We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much. Flam.

I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too

(diligent.

Enter Steward in a Cloake, muffled. Luci.
[1115]
Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so? He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him.
Tit. Do you heare, sir? 2. Varro. By your leaue, sir. Stew. What do ye aske of me, my Friend. Tit.
[1120]
We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.
Stew. I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting, 'Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?
[1125]
Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts. And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes. You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp, Let me passe quietly: Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,
[1130]
I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luci. I, but this answer will not serue.

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Stew. If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you, For you serue Knaues. 1. Varro.

How? What does his casheer'd Worship

[1135]

mutter ?

2. Varro.

No matter what, hee's poore, and that's re­

uenge enough. Who can speake broader, then hee that

has no house to put his head in ? Such may rayle against

great buildings.

Enter Seruilius. Tit.
[1140]

Oh here's Seruilius: now wee shall know some

answere.

Seru.

If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repayre

some other houre, I should deriue much from't. For tak't

of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent:

[1145]

His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's much out

of health, and keepes his Chamber.

Luci. Many do keepe their Chambers, are not sicke: And if it be so farre beyond his health, Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts,
[1150]
And make a cleere way to the Gods.
Seruil. Good Gods. Titus. We cannot take this for answer, sir. Flaminius within. Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord. Enter Timon in a rage. Tim. What, are my dores oppos'd against my passage?
[1155]
Haue I bin euer free, and must my house Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole? The place which I haue Feasted, does it now (Like all Mankinde) shew me an Iron heart?
Luci. Put in now Titus. Tit.
[1160]
My Lord, heere is my Bill.
Luci. Here's mine. 1. Var. And mine, my Lord. 2. Var. And ours, my Lord. Philo. All our Billes. Tim.
[1165]

Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the

Girdle.

Luc. Alas, my Lord. Tim. Cut my heart in summes. Tit. Mine, fifty Talents. Tim.
[1170]
Tell out my blood.
Luc. Fiue thousand Crownes, my Lord. Tim. Fiue thousand drops payes that. What yours? and yours? 1. Var. My Lord. 2. Var.
[1175]
My Lord.
Tim. Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you. Exit Timon. Hort.

Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their

caps at their money, these debts may well be call'd despe­

rate ones, for a madman owes 'em.

Exeunt. Enter Timon. Timon.
[1180]

They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the

slaues. Creditors? Diuels.

Stew. My deere Lord. Tim. What if it should be so? Stew. My Lord. Tim.
[1185]
Ile haue it so. My Steward?
Stew. Heere my Lord. Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All, Ile once more feast the Rascals. Stew.
[1190]

O my Lord, you onely speake from your distra­

cted soule; there's not so much left to furnish out a mo­

derate Table.

Timon.

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[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 Tit. The like to you kinde Varro. Hort. Lucius, what do we meet together? Luci.
[1070]
I, and I think one businesse do's command vs all. For mine is money.
Tit. So is theirs, and ours. Enter Philotus. Luci. And sir Philotus too. Phil. Good day at once. Luci.
[1075]
Welcome good Brother. What do you thinke the houre?
Phil. Labouring for Nine. Luci. So much? Phil. Is not my Lord seene yet? Luci.
[1080]
Not yet.
Phil. I wonder on't, he was wont to shine at seauen. Luci. I, but the dayes are waxt shorter with him: You must consider, that a Prodigall course Is like the Sunnes, but not like his recouerable, I feare:
[1085]

'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse, that is: One

may reach deepe enough, and yet finde little.

Phil. I am of your feare, for that. Tit. Ile shew you how t'obserue a strange euent: Your Lord sends now for Money? Hort.
[1090]
Most true, he doe's.
Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift, For which I waite for money. Hort. It is against my heart. Luci. Marke how strange it showes,
[1095]
Timon in this, should pay more then he owes: And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels, And send for money for 'em.
Hort. I'me weary of this Charge, The Gods can witnesse:
[1100]
I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth, And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth.
Varro. Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes: What's yours ? Luci. Fiue thousand mine. Varro.
[1105]
'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th'sum Your Masters confidence was aboue mine, Else surely his had equall'd.
Enter Flaminius. Tit. One of Lord Timons men. Luc.

Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie

[1110]

to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed he is not. Tit. We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much. Flam.

I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too

(diligent.

Enter Steward in a Cloake, muffled. Luci.
[1115]
Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so? He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him.
Tit. Do you heare, sir? 2. Varro. By your leaue, sir. Stew. What do ye aske of me, my Friend. Tit.
[1120]
We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.
Stew. I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting, 'Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?
[1125]
Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts. And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes. You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp, Let me passe quietly: Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,
[1130]
I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luci. I, but this answer will not serue. Stew. If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you, For you serue Knaues. 1. Varro.

How? What does his casheer'd Worship

[1135]

mutter ?

2. Varro.

No matter what, hee's poore, and that's re­

uenge enough. Who can speake broader, then hee that

has no house to put his head in ? Such may rayle against

great buildings.

Enter Seruilius. Tit.
[1140]

Oh here's Seruilius: now wee shall know some

answere.

Seru.

If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repayre

some other houre, I should deriue much from't. For tak't

of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent:

[1145]

His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's much out

of health, and keepes his Chamber.

Luci. Many do keepe their Chambers, are not sicke: And if it be so farre beyond his health, Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts,
[1150]
And make a cleere way to the Gods.
Seruil. Good Gods. Titus. We cannot take this for answer, sir. Flaminius within. Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord. Enter Timon in a rage. Tim. What, are my dores oppos'd against my passage?
[1155]
Haue I bin euer free, and must my house Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole? The place which I haue Feasted, does it now (Like all Mankinde) shew me an Iron heart?
Luci. Put in now Titus. Tit.
[1160]
My Lord, heere is my Bill.
Luci. Here's mine. 1. Var. And mine, my Lord. 2. Var. And ours, my Lord. Philo. All our Billes. Tim.
[1165]

Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the

Girdle.

Luc. Alas, my Lord. Tim. Cut my heart in summes. Tit. Mine, fifty Talents. Tim.
[1170]
Tell out my blood.
Luc. Fiue thousand Crownes, my Lord. Tim. Fiue thousand drops payes that. What yours? and yours? 1. Var. My Lord. 2. Var.
[1175]
My Lord.
Tim. Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you. Exit Timon. Hort.

Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their

caps at their money, these debts may well be call'd despe­

rate ones, for a madman owes 'em.

Exeunt. Enter Timon. Timon.
[1180]

They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the

slaues. Creditors? Diuels.

Stew. My deere Lord. Tim. What if it should be so? Stew. My Lord. Tim.
[1185]
Ile haue it so. My Steward?
Stew. Heere my Lord. Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All, Ile once more feast the Rascals. Stew.
[1190]

O my Lord, you onely speake from your distra­

cted soule; there's not so much left to furnish out a mo­

derate Table.

Tim. Be it not in thy care: Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide
[1195]
Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide.
Exeunt
 

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   <stage rend="italic" type="entrance">Enter Flaminius.</stage>
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      <l n="1117">Do you heare, sir?</l>
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      <l n="1118">By your leaue, sir.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
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      <p n="1134">How? What does his casheer'd Worship
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      <lb n="1144"/>of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent:
      <lb n="1145"/>His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's much out
      <lb n="1146"/>of health, and keepes his Chamber.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-tim-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
      <l n="1147">Many do keepe their Chambers, are not sicke:</l>
      <l n="1148">And if it be so farre beyond his health,</l>
      <l n="1149">Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts,</l>
      <l n="1150">And make a cleere way to the Gods.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-svl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seruil.</speaker>
      <l n="1151">Good Gods.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tit">
      <speaker rend="italic">Titus.</speaker>
      <l n="1152">We cannot take this for answer, sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Flaminius</speaker>
      <stage rend="italic inline" type="buisiness">within.</stage>
      <l n="1153">
         <hi rend="italic">Seruilius</hi>helpe, my Lord, my Lord.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Timon in a rage.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1154">What, are my dores oppos'd against my passage?</l>
      <l n="1155">Haue I bin euer free, and must my house</l>
      <l n="1156">Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole?</l>
      <l n="1157">The place which I haue Feasted, does it now</l>
      <l n="1158">(Like all Mankinde) shew me an Iron heart?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
      <l n="1159">Put in now<hi rend="italic">Titus</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tit">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
      <l n="1160">My Lord, heere is my Bill.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
      <l n="1161">Here's mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-vsr.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Var.</speaker>
      <l n="1162">And mine, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-vsr.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Var.</speaker>
      <l n="1163">And ours, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-phi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Philo.</speaker>
      <l n="1164">All our Billes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <p n="1165">Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the
      <lb n="1166"/>Girdle.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lcl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="1167">Alas, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1168">Cut my heart in summes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tit">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tit.</speaker>
      <l n="1169">Mine, fifty Talents.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1170">Tell out my blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-lcl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luc.</speaker>
      <l n="1171">Fiue thousand Crownes, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1172">Fiue thousand drops payes that.</l>
      <l n="1173">What yours? and yours?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-vsr.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Var.</speaker>
      <l n="1174">My Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-vsr.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Var.</speaker>
      <l n="1175">My Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1176">Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Timon.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-hor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hort.</speaker>
      <p n="1177">Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their
      <lb n="1178"/>caps at their money, these debts may well be call'd despe­
      <lb n="1179"/>rate ones, for a madman owes 'em.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Timon.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Timon.</speaker>
      <p n="1180">They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the
      <lb n="1181"/>slaues. Creditors? Diuels.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="1182">My deere Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1183">What if it should be so?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="1184">My Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1185">Ile haue it so. My Steward?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <l n="1186">Heere my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1187">So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe,</l>
      <l n="1188">
         <hi rend="italic">Lucius, Lucullus</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Sempronius Vllorxa</hi>: All,</l>
      <l n="1189">Ile once more feast the Rascals.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tim-flv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
      <p n="1190">O my Lord, you onely speake from your distra­
      <lb n="1191"/>cted soule; there's not so much left to furnish out a mo­
      <lb n="1192"/>derate Table.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0706-0.jpg" n="88"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-tim-tim">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tim.</speaker>
      <l n="1193">Be it not in thy care:</l>
      <l n="1194">Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide</l>
      <l n="1195">Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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