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Perchance, some single vantages you took,
Flav. O, my good lord! At many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, And say, you found them in mine honesty. When, for some trifling present, you have bid me Return so much, I have shook my head, and wept; Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you To hold your hand more close: I did endure Not seldom, nor no slight checks; when I have Prompted you, in the ebb of your estate, And your great flow of debts. My dear-lov'd lord, Though you hear now (too late!) yet now's a time, The greatest of your having lacks a half To pay your present debts.
Let all my land be sold. Flav. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeited and gone; And what remains will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues: the future comes apace: What shall defend the interim? and at length How goes our reckoning?
Tim. To Lacedæmon did my land extend. Flav. O, my good lord, the world is but a word;2 Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone?
Tim. You tell me true. Flav. If you suspect my husbandry, or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors, And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, When all our offices3 have been oppress'd With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine; when every room Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with
strelsy; I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock,4 And set mine eyes at flow.
Pr'ythee, no more. Flav. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this
How many prodigal bits have slaves, and peasants, This night englutted! Who is not Timon's?
(1) He does not mean, so great a sum, but a cer
What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is lord Timon's?
(2) i. e. As the world itself may be comprised in a word, you might give it away in a breath.
(3) The apartments allotted to culinary offices, &c.
(4) A pipe with a turning stopple running to
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon?
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
min-Something hath been amiss—a noble nature
Flav. I have been bold (For that I knew it the most general way.) To them to use your signet, and your name; But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in return,
Is't true? can it be? Flav. They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall,? want treasure, cannot
May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis
You gods, reward them!—
Lucul. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.
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, sirrah.-[To the Servant, who goes out.]-Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou knowest well enough, although thou comest 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 saw'st me not. Fare thee well. Flam. Is't possible, the world should so much differ;
And we alive, that liv'd?5 Fly, damned baseness,
Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Serv. I have told my lord of you, he is coming And, when he is sick to death, let not that part of
I pr'ythee, man, look cheerly; These old fellows
Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously! I speak, No blame belongs to thee:-[To Serv.] Ventidius lately
Buried his father; by whose death, he's stepp'd
To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
down to you.
SCENE 1--The same. A room in Lucullus's house. Flaminius waiting. Enter a Servant to him.
Flam. I thank you, sir.
Serv. Here's my lord.
Lucul. [Aside.] One of lord Timon's men? a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver bason and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.-Fill me some wine.-[Exit Servant.] And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?
Flam. His health is well, sir.
Flam. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him; nothing doubting your present assistance therein.
Lucul. La, la, la, la,-nothing doubting, says he? alas, good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I have dined with him, and told him on't; and come again to supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less: and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty4 is his; I have told him on't, but I could never get him from it.
Re-enter Servant, with wine.
Serv. Please your lordship, here is the wine.
(1) For ingenuously.
(2) Liberal, not parsimonious.
(3) For respectfully.
(4) Honesty here means liberality.
(5) i. e. And we who were alive then, alive now.
Which my lord paid for, be of any power
SCENE II-The same. A public place. Enter Lucius, with three Strangers.
Luc. Who, the lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and an honourable gentleman.
1 Stran. We know him for no less, though 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 shrinks from him.
Luc. Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
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, urged extremely for't, and showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied. Luc. How?
2 Stran. I tell you, denied, my lord.
Luc. What a strange case was that? now, before the gods, I am asham'd on't. Denied that honourable man? there was very little honour showed in't. For my own part, i must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.
Ser. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have
(6) Suffering; By his bloody cross and passion. Liturgy.
(7) i. e. His life.
sweat to see his honour.-My honoured 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
Luc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: How shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
Ser. He has only sent his present occasion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.
Luc. I know, his lordship is but merry with me ; He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord. If his occasion were not virtuous,
Ser. Yes, sir, I shall.
Luc. I will look you out a good turn, Servilius,[Exit Servilius. True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed; And he, that's once denied, will hardly speed. [Exit Lucius, 1 Stran. Do you observe this, Hostilius? 2 Stran. Ay, too well.
1 Stran. Why this
Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece
3 Stran. Religion groans at it.
For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,2
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
(1) If he did not want it for a good use.' (2) This means, to put his wealth down in account as a donation.
They have all denied him!
Thrive, give him over; Must I take the cure upon me?
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Serv. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politic; he cross'd himself by't: and I cannot think, but, in the end, the villanies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul? takes virtuous copies to be wicked; like those that, under hot ardent zeal, would set whole realms on fire.
Of such a nature is his politic love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
And this is all a liberal course allows;
You must consider, that a prodigal course
'Tis deepest winter in lord Timon's purse;
I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange event. Your lord sends now for money.
Most true, he does. Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for money.
Hor. It is against my heart. Luc. Serv. Mark, how strange it shows, Timon in this should pay more than he owes : And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, And send for money for 'em.
Hor. I am weary of this charge,2 the gods can witness :
I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
1 Var. Serv. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum, Your master's confidence was above mine; Else, surely, his had equall'd.
Tit. One of lord Timon's men.
Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word: 'Pray, is lord ready to come forth? Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
Tit. We attend his lordship; 'pray, signify so much.
Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent.
(Exit Flaminius. Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled.
Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.
Tit. Do you hear, sir?
1 Var. Serv. By your leave, sir,
Flav. What do you ask of me, my friend?
To stir me up; let me pass quietly:
Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. Flav. If 'twill not, 'Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves. [Exit. 1 Var. Serv. How! what does his cashier'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 house to put his head in? such may rail against great buildings.
If money were as certain as your waiting, 'Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not Your sums and bills, when your false masters eat Of my lord's meat? Then they could smile, and fawn
(1) i. e. Like him in blaze and splendour. (2) Commission, employment.
Tit. O, here's Servilius; now we shall know Some answer. Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, To repair some other hour, I should much Derive from it: for, take it on my soul, My lord leans wond'rously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him; He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers, are not sick :
Upon his debts, and take down th' interest Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but wrong,
Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.
Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord.
Phi. All our bills.
Tim. Knock me down with 'em :3 cleave me to the girdle.
Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,
Tim. Cut my heart in sums.
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?—
1 Var. Serv. My lord,
2 Var. Serv. My lord,
Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! [Exit.
Hor. 'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
Re-enter Timon and Flavius.
Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves: Creditors!-devils.
Flav. My dear lord,
Tim. What, if it should be so?
(3) Timon quibbles. They present their written bills; he catches at the word, and alludes to bills or battle-axes.
Flav. My lord,-
Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
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 same. The Senate-House. The senate sitting. Enter Alcibiades, attended.
1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's
Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die :
2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him.
1 Sen. Now, captain?
Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues ;
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice;
And with such sober and unnoted passion2
1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox,4
His outsides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
(1) i. e. Putting this action of his, which was predetermined by fate, out of the question.
(2) i. e. Passion so subdued, that no spectator could note its operation.
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
And th' ass, more captain than the lion; the felon,
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
(3) Manage, govern.
(4) You undertake a paradox too hard. (5) What have we to do in the field.
Why, I say, my lords, h'as done fair service,
And slain in fight many of your enemies :
|| In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds?
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
And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you,
1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, On height of our displeasure: Friend, or brother, He forfeits his own blood, that spills another. Alcib. Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me. 2 Sen. How?
Alcib. My lord,
1 Sen. Do you dare our anger? 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect; We banish thee for ever.
1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear;
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Alcib. Call me to your remembrances. 3 Sen. What? Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; It could not else be, I should prove so base,8 To sue, and be denied such common grace:
My wounds ache at you.
1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit,9
He shall be executed presently.