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- 1 Enter Flavius with many bills in his hand.
- 2 FLAVIUS.
- 3 No care, no stop, so senseless of expense,
- 4 That he will neither know how to maintain it
- 5 Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no account
- 6 How things go from him, nor resumes no care
- 7 Of what is to continue. Never mind
- 8 Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
- 9 What shall be done? He will not hear till feel.
- 10 I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
- 11 Fie, fie, fie, fie!
- 12 Enter Caphis and the Servants of Isidore and Varro.
- 13 CAPHIS.
- 14 Good even, Varro. What, you come for money?
- 15 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 16 Is’t not your business too?
- 17 CAPHIS.
- 18 It is. And yours too, Isidore?
- 19 ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
- 20 It is so.
- 21 CAPHIS.
- 22 Would we were all discharged!
- 23 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 24 I fear it.
- 25 CAPHIS.
- 26 Here comes the lord.
- 27 Enter Timon and his train with Alcibiades
- 28 TIMON.
- 29 So soon as dinner’s done, we’ll forth again,
- 30 My Alcibiades. With me? What is your will?
- 31 CAPHIS.
- 32 My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
- 33 TIMON.
- 34 Dues? Whence are you?
- 35 CAPHIS.
- 36 Of Athens here, my lord.
- 37 TIMON.
- 38 Go to my steward.
- 39 CAPHIS.
- 40 Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
- 41 To the succession of new days this month.
- 42 My master is awaked by great occasion
- 43 To call upon his own and humbly prays you
- 44 That with your other noble parts you’ll suit
- 45 In giving him his right.
- 46 TIMON.
- 47 Mine honest friend,
- 48 I prithee but repair to me next morning.
- 49 CAPHIS.
- 50 Nay, good my lord—
- 51 TIMON.
- 52 Contain thyself, good friend.
- 53 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 54 One Varro’s servant, my good lord—
- 55 ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
- 56 From Isidore. He humbly prays your speedy payment.
- 57 CAPHIS.
- 58 If you did know, my lord, my master’s wants—
- 59 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 60 ’Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past.
- 61 ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
- 62 Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I
- 63 Am sent expressly to your lordship.
- 64 TIMON.
- 65 Give me breath.
- 66 I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on,
- 67 I’ll wait upon you instantly.
- 68 [_Exeunt Alcibiades and Timon’s train._]
- 69 [_To Flavius_.] Come hither. Pray you,
- 70 How goes the world, that I am thus encountered
- 71 With clamorous demands of debt, broken bonds,
- 72 And the detention of long-since-due debts
- 73 Against my honour?
- 74 FLAVIUS.
- 75 Please you, gentlemen,
- 76 The time is unagreeable to this business.
- 77 Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
- 78 That I may make his lordship understand
- 79 Wherefore you are not paid.
- 80 TIMON.
- 81 Do so, my friends.
- 82 See them well entertained.
- 83 [_Exit._]
- 84 FLAVIUS.
- 85 Pray, draw near.
- 86 [_Exit._]
- 87 Enter Apemantus and Fool.
- 88 CAPHIS.
- 89 Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus.
- 90 Let’s ha’ some sport with ’em.
- 91 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 92 Hang him, he’ll abuse us.
- 93 ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
- 94 A plague upon him, dog!
- 95 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 96 How dost, fool?
- 97 APEMANTUS.
- 98 Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
- 99 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 100 I speak not to thee.
- 101 APEMANTUS.
- 102 No, ’tis to thyself.
- 103 [_To the Fool_.] Come away.
- 104 ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
- 105 [_To Varro’s servant_.] There’s the fool hangs on your back already.
- 106 APEMANTUS.
- 107 No, thou stand’st single; thou’rt not on him yet.
- 108 CAPHIS.
- 109 Where’s the fool now?
- 110 APEMANTUS.
- 111 He last asked the question. Poor rogues and usurers’ men, bawds between
- 112 gold and want.
- 113 ALL SERVANTS.
- 114 What are we, Apemantus?
- 115 APEMANTUS.
- 116 Asses.
- 117 ALL SERVANTS.
- 118 Why?
- 119 APEMANTUS.
- 120 That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to ’em,
- 121 fool.
- 122 FOOL.
- 123 How do you, gentlemen?
- 124 ALL SERVANTS.
- 125 Gramercies, good fool. How does your mistress?
- 126 FOOL.
- 127 She’s e’en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we
- 128 could see you at Corinth!
- 129 APEMANTUS.
- 130 Good, gramercy.
- 131 Enter Page.
- 132 FOOL.
- 133 Look you, here comes my mistress’ page.
- 134 PAGE.
- 135 [_To the Fool_.] Why, how now, captain? What do you in this wise
- 136 company? How dost thou, Apemantus?
- 137 APEMANTUS.
- 138 Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
- 139 PAGE.
- 140 Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters. I know
- 141 not which is which.
- 142 APEMANTUS.
- 143 Canst not read?
- 144 PAGE.
- 145 No.
- 146 APEMANTUS.
- 147 There will little learning die, then, that day thou art hanged. This is
- 148 to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go, thou wast born a bastard, and
- 149 thou’lt die a bawd.
- 150 PAGE.
- 151 Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog’s death. Answer
- 152 not; I am gone.
- 153 [_Exit Page._]
- 154 APEMANTUS.
- 155 E’en so thou outrunn’st grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord
- 156 Timon’s.
- 157 FOOL.
- 158 Will you leave me there?
- 159 APEMANTUS.
- 160 If Timon stay at home.—You three serve three usurers?
- 161 ALL SERVANTS.
- 162 Ay, would they served us!
- 163 APEMANTUS.
- 164 So would I—as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
- 165 FOOL.
- 166 Are you three usurers’ men?
- 167 ALL SERVANTS.
- 168 Ay, fool.
- 169 FOOL.
- 170 I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant. My mistress is one,
- 171 and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they
- 172 approach sadly and go away merry, but they enter my mistress’s house
- 173 merrily and go away sadly. The reason of this?
- 174 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 175 I could render one.
- 176 APEMANTUS.
- 177 Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave, which
- 178 notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed.
- 179 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 180 What is a whoremaster, fool?
- 181 FOOL.
- 182 A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. ’Tis a spirit;
- 183 sometime ’t appears like a lord, sometime like a lawyer, sometime like
- 184 a philosopher, with two stones more than’s artificial one. He is very
- 185 often like a knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes up and
- 186 down in from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in.
- 187 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 188 Thou art not altogether a fool.
- 189 FOOL.
- 190 Nor thou altogether a wise man. As much foolery as I have, so much wit
- 191 thou lack’st.
- 192 APEMANTUS.
- 193 That answer might have become Apemantus.
- 194 VARRO’S SERVANT.
- 195 Aside, aside, here comes Lord Timon.
- 196 Enter Timon and Flavius.
- 197 APEMANTUS.
- 198 Come with me, fool, come.
- 199 FOOL.
- 200 I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman; sometime the
- 201 philosopher.
- 202 [_Exeunt Apemantus and Fool._]
- 203 FLAVIUS.
- 204 Pray you walk near. I’ll speak with you anon.
- 205 [_Exeunt Servants._]
- 206 TIMON.
- 207 You make me marvel wherefore ere this time
- 208 Had you not fully laid my state before me,
- 209 That I might so have rated my expense
- 210 As I had leave of means.
- 211 FLAVIUS.
- 212 You would not hear me,
- 213 At many leisures I proposed.
- 214 TIMON.
- 215 Go to.
- 216 Perchance some single vantages you took
- 217 When my indisposition put you back,
- 218 And that unaptness made your minister
- 219 Thus to excuse yourself.
- 220 FLAVIUS.
- 221 O my good lord,
- 222 At many times I brought in my accounts,
- 223 Laid them before you; you would throw them off
- 224 And say you found them in mine honesty.
- 225 When for some trifling present you have bid me
- 226 Return so much, I have shook my head and wept,
- 227 Yea, ’gainst th’ authority of manners, prayed you
- 228 To hold your hand more close. I did endure
- 229 Not seldom nor no slight checks, when I have
- 230 Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
- 231 And your great flow of debts. My loved lord,
- 232 Though you hear now, too late, yet now’s a time.
- 233 The greatest of your having lacks a half
- 234 To pay your present debts.
- 235 TIMON.
- 236 Let all my land be sold.
- 237 FLAVIUS.
- 238 ’Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone,
- 239 And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
- 240 Of present dues; the future comes apace.
- 241 What shall defend the interim? And at length
- 242 How goes our reckoning?
- 243 TIMON.
- 244 To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
- 245 FLAVIUS.
- 246 O my good lord, the world is but a word;
- 247 Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
- 248 How quickly were it gone!
- 249 TIMON.
- 250 You tell me true.
- 251 FLAVIUS.
- 252 If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
- 253 Call me before th’ exactest auditors
- 254 And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
- 255 When all our offices have been oppressed
- 256 With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
- 257 With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
- 258 Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy,
- 259 I have retired me to a wasteful cock
- 260 And set mine eyes at flow.
- 261 TIMON.
- 262 Prithee, no more.
- 263 FLAVIUS.
- 264 Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
- 265 How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
- 266 This night englutted? Who is not Timon’s?
- 267 What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon’s?
- 268 Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
- 269 Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
- 270 The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
- 271 Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
- 272 These flies are couched.
- 273 TIMON.
- 274 Come, sermon me no further.
- 275 No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart;
- 276 Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
- 277 Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack
- 278 To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart.
- 279 If I would broach the vessels of my love
- 280 And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
- 281 Men and men’s fortunes could I frankly use
- 282 As I can bid thee speak.
- 283 FLAVIUS.
- 284 Assurance bless your thoughts!
- 285 TIMON.
- 286 And in some sort these wants of mine are crowned,
- 287 That I account them blessings. For by these
- 288 Shall I try friends. You shall perceive how you
- 289 Mistake my fortunes. I am wealthy in my friends.
- 290 Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
- 291 Enter Flaminius, Servilius and a third Servant.
- 292 SERVANTS.
- 293 My lord, my lord.
- 294 TIMON.
- 295 I will dispatch you severally. [_To Servilius_.] You to Lord Lucius;
- 296 [_To Flaminius_.] to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his honour today;
- 297 [_To the third Servant_.] you to Sempronius. Commend me to their loves;
- 298 and I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use ’em
- 299 toward a supply of money. Let the request be fifty talents.
- 300 FLAMINIUS.
- 301 As you have said, my lord.
- 302 [_Exeunt Servants._]
- 303 FLAVIUS.
- 304 [_Aside_.] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh!
- 305 TIMON.
- 306 Go you, sir, to the senators,
- 307 Of whom, even to the state’s best health, I have
- 308 Deserved this hearing, Bid ’em send o’ th’ instant
- 309 A thousand talents to me.
- 310 FLAVIUS.
- 311 I have been bold—
- 312 For that I knew it the most general way—
- 313 To them to use your signet and your name,
- 314 But they do shake their heads, and I am here
- 315 No richer in return.
- 316 TIMON.
- 317 Is’t true? Can’t be?
- 318 FLAVIUS.
- 319 They answer in a joint and corporate voice
- 320 That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
- 321 Do what they would, are sorry. You are honourable,
- 322 But yet they could have wished—they know not—
- 323 Something hath been amiss—a noble nature
- 324 May catch a wrench—would all were well—’tis pity.
- 325 And so, intending other serious matters,
- 326 After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
- 327 With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
- 328 They froze me into silence.
- 329 TIMON.
- 330 You gods, reward them!
- 331 Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
- 332 Have their ingratitude in them hereditary.
- 333 Their blood is caked, ’tis cold, it seldom flows;
- 334 ’Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
- 335 And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
- 336 Is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
- 337 Go to Ventidius. Prithee, be not sad,
- 338 Thou art true and honest, ingenuously I speak,
- 339 No blame belongs to thee. Ventidius lately
- 340 Buried his father, by whose death he’s stepped
- 341 Into a great estate. When he was poor,
- 342 Imprisoned and in scarcity of friends,
- 343 I cleared him with five talents. Greet him from me,
- 344 Bid him suppose some good necessity
- 345 Touches his friend, which craves to be remembered
- 346 With those five talents. That had, give’t these fellows
- 347 To whom ’tis instant due. Ne’er speak, or think
- 348 That Timon’s fortunes ’mong his friends can sink.
- 349 [_Exit._]
- 350 FLAVIUS.
- 351 I would I could not think it.
- 352 That thought is bounty’s foe;
- 353 Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
- 354 [_Exit._]