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2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in
that. T'im. You may take my word, my lord; I know,
Can justly praise, but what he does affect:
I'll call on you.
None so welcome. Tim. I take all and
all and your several visitations
Ay, defiled land, my lord.
Am I to you.
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd, -
The best of happiness, Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon! Tim. Ready for his friends.
[E.reunt Alcibiades, Lords, fic. A pem.
What a coil's here! Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs: Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court’sies. Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee. Арет.
No, I'll nothing: for, If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st sin the
faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories?
Tim. Nay, An you begin to rail on society once, I am sworri, not to give regard to you. Farewel; and come with better musick. [Erit. Арет. .
So; Thou'lt not hear me now,—thou shalt not then,
I'll lock Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should
be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [Exit.
A ROOM IN A SENATOR'S HOUSE,
Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand. Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to
Isidore He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, Which makes it five and twenty.--Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold: If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, And able horses: No porter at his gate; But rather one that smiles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Can found his state in safety.
Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say!
Enter Caphis. Caph. Here, sir; What is your pleasure? Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord
Timon; Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when, Commend me to your master and the cap Plays in the right hand, thus:-but tell him, sirrah, My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
Caph. I go, sir.
Sen. I go, sir:-take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt. Caph.
I will, sir. Sen.
A HALL IN TIMON'S HOUSE.
Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand. Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expence, 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 Fye, fye, fye, fye!
Enter Caphis, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro.
Good even, Varro: What,
Is't not your business too?
It is so.
I fear it. Caph. Here comes the lord.
Enter Timon, Alcibiades, and Lords, fc.
Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Of Athens here, my lord. Tim. Go to my steward.
Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off To the succession of new days this month: My master is awak'd by great occasion, To call
his own; and humbly prays you,
Mine honest friend,
Caph. Nay, good my lord,
Contain thyself, good friend. Var. Sero. One Varro's servant, my good lord,