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FLAV. Ay,

If money 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 could smile, and fawn
Upon his debts, and take down th' interest

Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but wrong,
To ftir me up; let me pafs quietly:

Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;

I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

LUC. SERV. Ay, but this answer will not ferve.
FLAV. If 'twill not,

'Tis not fo bafe as you; for you ferve knaves.

[Exit. I VAR. SERV. How! what does his cafhier'd worship mutter?

2 VAR. SERV. 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.

Enter SERVILIUS.

TIT. O, here's Servilius; now we fhall know
Some anfwer.

SER. If I might befeech you, gentlemen,
To repair fome other hour, I should much
Derive from it: for, take it on my foul,
My lord leans wond'roufly to discontent.
His comfortable temper has forfook him;
He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

LUG. SERV. Many do keep their chambers, are not fick : And, if it be fo far beyond his health,

Methinks, he should the fooner pay
And make a clear way to the gods.

SER. Good gods!

his debts,

TIT. We cannot take this for an answer, fir.
FLAM. [Within.] Servilius, help!—my lord! my lord!—
Enter TIMON in a rage; FLAMINIUS following.

TIM. What, are my doors oppos'd against my paffage? Have I been ever free, and muft my houfe

Be

my retentive enemy, my gaol?

The place, which I have feafted, does it now,
Like all mankind, fhow me an iron heart?
LUC. SERV. Put in now, Titus.

TIT. My lord, here is my bill.
LUC. SERV. Here's mine.

HOR. SERV. And mine, my lord.

BOTH VAR. SERV. And ours, my lord.

PHI. All our bills.

TIM. Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle. LUC. SERV. Alas! my lord,

TIM. Cut my heart in fums.

TIT. Mine, fifty talents.

TIM. Tell out my

blood.

LUC. SERV. Five thousand crowns, my lord.

TIM. Five thousand drops pays that.

What yours?-and yours?

I VAR. SERV. My lord,.

2 VAR. SERV. My lord,

TIM. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you!

[Exit. HOR. 'Faith, I perceive, our masters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may well be call'd desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. [Exeunt.

Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.

TIM. They have e'en put my Creditors!-devils.

FLAV. My dear lord,

breath from me, the flaves:

TIM. What if it fhould be fo?

FLAV. My lord,

TIM. I'll have it fo:-My fteward!

FLAV. Here, my lord.

TIM. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all:
I'll once more feaft the rafcals.

FLAV. O my lord,

You only speak from your distracted foul;
There is not fo much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.

TIM. Be't not in thy care; go,

I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. The fame. The Senate-Houfe.

The Senate fitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended. I SEN. My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's 'Tis neceffary, he should die :

Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy.

2 SEN. Moft true; the law fhall bruife him.

[bloody;

ALCIB. Honour, health, and compassion to the fenate! 1 SEN. Now, captain!

ALCIB. 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 stepp'd into the law, which is past depth
To thofe that, without heed, do plunge into it.
He is a man, fetting his fate afide,

Of comely virtues :

Nor did he foil the fact with cowardice;

(An honour in him, which buys out his fault,)
But, with a noble fury, and fair fpirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppofe his foe :

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

I SEN. You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:

Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring manflaughter into form, fet quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,

Is valour misbegot, and came into the world.
When fects and factions were newly born:

He's truly valiant, that can wifely fuffer

The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs
His outfides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly;

And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,

To bring it into danger.

If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,

What folly 'tis, to hazard life for ill?
ALCIB. My lord,-

Το

I SEN. You cannot make gross fins look clear; revenge is no valour, but to bear.

ALCIB. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.—

Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threatnings? fleep upon it,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
Without repugnancy? but if there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant,
That stay at home, if bearing carry it ;

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And th' afs, more captain than the lion; the felon,
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge,

If wisdom be in fuffering. O my lords,

As

you are great, be pitifully good :

Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?

To kill, I grant, is fin's extremest gust;

But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.

To be in anger, is impiety;、

But who is man, that is not angry ?
Weigh but the crime with this.

2 SEN. You breathe in vain.
ALCIB. In vain ? his fervice done
At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium,
Were a fufficient briber for his life.

I SEN. What's that?

ALCIB. Why, I fay, my lords, h'as done fair fervice, And flain in fight many of your enemies :

How full of valour did he bear himself

In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds?

2 SEN. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he

Is a fworn rioter: h'as a fin that often

Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
If there were no foes, that were enough alone
To overcome him: in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions: 'Tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.
I SEN. He dies.

ALCIB. Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him,

(Though his right arm might purchase his own time, And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you, Take my deserts to his, and join them both :

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