2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man Can justly praise, but what he does affect: I'll tell you true. None so welcome. Tim. I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich, It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, Tim. Am I to you. 2 Lord. And so So infinitely endear'd,—— The best of happiness, Tim. All to you.-Lights, more lights. 1 Lord. Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon! Tim. Ready for his friends. Арет. [Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, &c. What a coil's here! Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums! Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee. Apem. 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 An you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn, not to give regard to you. Apem. [Exit. 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. ACT II. SCENE I. THE SAME. A ROOM IN A SENATOR'S HOUSE. Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand. Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, Caph. Enter Caphis. 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 Plays in the right hand, thus:-but tell him, sirrah, Out of mine own; his days and times are past, Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him; A visage of demand; for, I do fear, When every feather sticks in his own wing, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone. Sen. I go, sir?-take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt. 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. Caph. You come for money? Var. Serv. Good even, Varro: What, Is't not your business too? It is so. I fear it. Caph. It is;-And yours too, Isidore? Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd! Caph. Here comes the lord. Enter Timon, Alcibiades, and Lords, &c. Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again, My Alcibiades. With me? What's your will? Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. Tim. Dues? Whence are you? Caph. 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 upon his own; and humbly prays you, Tim. Mine honest friend, I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning. Caph. Nay, good my lord, Tim. Contain thyself, good friend. Var. Sero. One Varro's servant, my good lord,— |