The Life Of Timon Of Athens

1 Enter a Senator with papers.
2 SENATOR.
3 And late five thousand. To Varro and to Isidore
4 He owes nine thousand, besides my former sum,
5 Which makes it five-and-twenty. Still in motion
6 Of raging waste! It cannot hold; it will not.
7 If I want gold, steal but a beggar’s dog
8 And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
9 If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
10 Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon—
11 Ask nothing, give it him—it foals me straight,
12 And able horses. No porter at his gate,
13 But rather one that smiles and still invites
14 All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
15 Can sound his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
16 Caphis, I say!
17 Enter Caphis.
18 CAPHIS.
19 Here, sir, what is your pleasure?
20 SENATOR.
21 Get on your cloak and haste you to Lord Timon.
22 Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased
23 With slight denial, nor then silenced when
24 “Commend me to your master”, and the cap
25 Plays in the right hand, thus; but tell him,
26 My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
27 Out of mine own, his days and times are past,
28 And my reliances on his fracted dates
29 Have smit my credit. I love and honour him,
30 But must not break my back to heal his finger.
31 Immediate are my needs, and my relief
32 Must not be tossed and turned to me in words,
33 But find supply immediate. Get you gone.
34 Put on a most importunate aspect,
35 A visage of demand, for I do fear
36 When every feather sticks in his own wing,
37 Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
38 Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
39 CAPHIS.
40 I go, sir.
41 SENATOR.
42 Take the bonds along with you,
43 And have the dates in. Come.
44 CAPHIS.
45 I will, sir.
46 SENATOR.
47 Go.
48 [_Exeunt._]