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Enter a Servant, with wine.
Flam. Your Lordship speaks your pleasure.
Lucul. I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit, give thee thy due : and one that knows what belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well. Good parts in thee --- Get you gone, frrah. (To the Servant who goes out.] Draw nearer, honest Flaminius; thy Lord's a bountiful gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou knoweft well enough (although thou comeft to me) that this is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security. Here's three Solidares for thee, good boy, wink at me, and say, thou law'st me not. Fare thee well.
Flam. Is't possible the world should so much differ, And we alive that liv'd ? fly, damned baseness, To him that worships thee. [Throwing the mony away.
Lucul. Ha ! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master,
[Exit Lucullus. Flam. May these add to the number that may scald thee ! Let molten coin be thy damnation, Thou disease of a friend, and not himself! Has friendship such a faint and milky heart, It turns in less than two nights ? O you Gods! I feel my master's passion. This Nave Unto this hour has my Lord's meat in him: Why should it thrive, and come to nutriment, When he is turn'd to poison? O may diseases only work upon't : And when he's fick to death, let not that part Of * 'nurture' my Lord paid for, be of power To expel sickness, or prolong his hour!
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A publick Street.
Enter Lucius, with three Strangers. Luc. good
friend, and an honourable gentleman. 1 Stran. We know him for no less, tho' we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my Lord, and which I hear from common rumours; now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate Ihrinks from him.
Luc. Fye, no, do not believe it: he cannot want for
2 Stran. But believe you this, my Lord, that not long ago one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus, to borrow so many talents, nay, urg'd extremely for't, and shewed what necessity belongd to't, and yet was deny'd.
Luc. What a strange case was that! now before the Gods I am asham’d on’t. Deny'd that honourable man ? there was very little honour shew'd in that. For my own part, I must needs confess I have received some small kindnesses from him, as mony, plate, jewels, and fuch like crises, nothing comparing to his ; yet had he 3 'o'erlook'd' him, and fent to me, I should ne'er have deny'd his occasion so many talents.
Enter Servilius, Ser. See, by good hap yonder's my Lord, I have sweat to see his Honour My honour'd Lord - (To Lucius.
Luc. Servilius ! you are kindly met, Sir. Fare thee well, commend me to thy honourable virtuous Lord, my very exquisite friend. Ser. May it please your Honour, my Lord hath fent
Luc. 3 milook ... Old edit. Warb. emend. mislook'd
Luc. Ha! what hath he sent? I am so much endear'd to that Lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank him, think’ft thou ? and what has he tent now?
Ser. H'as only sent his present occasion now, my Lord ; requesting your Lordship to supply his instant usé, with fifty talents.
Luc. I know his Lordship is but merry with me, + 'He can't want fifty times five hundred talents.
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my Lord.
Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish my self against such a good time, when I might ha' shewn my self honourable ! how unluckily it happen'd, that I should purchase the day before a little o dirt, and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now before the Gods, I am not able to do (the more beast !, say) I was sending to use Lord Timon my self, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now. Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship, and I hope his Honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use my own words to him? Ser. Yes, Sir, I shall.
[Exit Servilius. Luc. I'll look you out 'as good alturn, Servilius. True, as you faid, Timon is shrunk indeed, And he that's once deny'd will hardly speed. [Exit.
i Stran. Do you observe s 'this now, Hostilius?" 2 Stran. ''Ay, ay, too well.
He cannot want fifty five hundred talents. 6 part, ... old edit. 'Theob. emend. 8 this, Hoftilius ? 9 Ay, too
s faithfully 7 a good
1 Stran. Why, this is the world's foul;
3 Stran. Religion groans at it.
I Stran. For mine own part
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Enter a third Servant with Sempronius.
He might have tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus ;
They've all been touch'd, and all are found base metal,
Sem. How ? deny'd him.
Ser. Excellent ! your Lordship's a goodly villain.
And 7 Ventidius and Lucullus both deny'd him? $ to me? three! hum-9 his friends,
1 Thriv'd, 2 received gift 3 last? no lo 4 'mongst lords I be 5 villanjes
6 Itrives to