Phi. Good day at once.

Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour?

Phi. Labouring for nine.

Luc. So much?

Phi. Is not my lord seen yet?

Luc. Not yet.

Phi. I wonder: he was wont to shine at seven.

Luc. Ay, but the days are waxed fhorter with him:

You must consider that a prodigal course

Is like the fun's, but not like his recoverable, I fear:
'Tis deepest winter in lord Timon's purse;

That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.

Phi. I am of your fear for that.

Tit. I'll fhew you how t' obferve a ftrange event: Your lord fends now for mony.

Hor. True, he does.

Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,

For which I wait for mony.

Hor. Against my heart.

Luc. How ftrange it fhows,

Timon in this should pay more than he owes !

And e'en as if your lord fhould wear rich jewels

And fend for mony for 'em.

Hor. I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness: I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,

Ingratitude now makes it worse than stealth.

Var. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
Luc. Five thousand,

Var. 'Tis too much deep, and it should feem by th' fum,
Your master's confidence was above mine,

Elfe furely his had equall❜d.

Enter

Enter Flaminius.

Tit. One of lord Timon's men.

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Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray is my lord

Ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed he is not.

Tit. We attend his lordfhip; pray fignifie fo much.

Flam. I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent. Enter Flavius in a cloak muffled.

Luc. Ha! is not that his fteward muffled fo?

He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
Tit. Do you hear, Sir

Var. By your leave, Sir.

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Fla. What do you ask of me, my friend?
Tit. We wait for certain mony here, Sir.
Fla. If mony were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere fure enough.

Why then preferr'd you not your fums and bills,
When your falfe mafters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they would smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down th' interest in their glutt'nous maws.
You do your felves but wrong to stir me up,
Let me pass quietly:

Believe't, my lord and I have made an end,
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

Luc. Ay, but this answer will not serve.
Fla. If 'twill not serve, 'tis not fo base as you,

For you ferve knaves.

Var. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter?

[Exit.

Tit. No matter what ---- he's poor, and that's revenge enough.

Who can speak broader than he that has no houfe to put his head in fuch may rail against great buildings.

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Tit. Oh, here's Servilius; now we shalb have some answer. V

Ser. If I might befeech you gentlemen, to repair fome other hour, I fhould derive much from it. For take it of my foul, and 7 My lord leans wondrously to discontent:

His comfortable temper has forfook him,

He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. :.

Luc. Many do keep their chambers, are not fick : And if he be fo far beyond his health,

Methinks he should the fooner pay his debts,

And make a clear way to the gods.

Ser. Good gods!

Tit. We cannot take this for an answer. at yonT

Flam. [within.] Servilius, help---my lord! my lord, aben)

Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my paffage ?\ Have I been ever free, and muft my house. Be my retentive enemy, my goal amanda The place which I have feasted, does it now! Like all mankind, fhew me an iron heart?

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Luc. Here's mine.

Var. And mine my lord.

Cap. And ours, my lord!

Phi. And our bills.

Tim. Knock me down with 'em ---- cleave me to the girdle.

Luc. Alas, my lord.

Tim. Cut out my heart in fums.

Tit. Mine, fifty talents.

Tim. Tell out my bloodline? vote

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Var. My lord
Cap. My lord

Tim. Here tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you. [Exit. Hor. Faith, I perceive our mafters may throw their caps at their mony, these debts may be well call'd defperate ones, for a mad man owes 'em. scoot ul. Moored [Exeunt. A

Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the flaves. Creditors !

Flam. My dear lord.

Tim. What if it fhould be fo

Fla. My dear lord.

Tim. I'll have it fo- My steward!

Fla. Here, my lord.

Tim. So fitly! ----Go, bid all my friends again,

Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius. All

I'll once more feast the rascals.

Fla. O my lord!

You only speak from your distracted soul;

There's not fo much left as to furnish outs

A moderate table.

Tim. Be it not thy care:

Go, and invite them all, let in the tide

Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide. alling and on n

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SCENE

I Sen.

Enter three Senators at one door, Alcibiades meeting
them with attendants.

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Y lord, you have my voice to't, the fault's bloody; 'Tis neceffary he should die:

Nothing emboldens fin so much as mercy.

2 Sen. Moft true; the law fhall bruife 'em.

Alc. Health, honour, and compaffion to the fenate.

1 Sen. Now, captain.

Alc. I am an humble fuitor to your virtues,

For pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood
Hath stept into the law, which is past depth
To those that without heed do, plunge into't.
He is a man, setting his fault afide,

Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault;
Nor did he foil the fact with cowardise,
But with a noble fury, and fair spirit,,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe:

And with such sober and unnoted paffion
He did behave his anger ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

1 Sen. You undergo too ftrict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took fuch pains, as if they labour'd

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