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Flam. Is't possible the world should so much

differ,

And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness, 50 To him that worships thee!

[Throwing the money back. Lucul. Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit

for thy master.

[Exit.

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 slave,
Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poison?

O, may diseases only work upon 't!

And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of

nature

Which my lord paid for, be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!

[Exit.

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SCENE II. A public place.

Enter LUCIUS, with three Strangers.

Luc. Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and an honourable gentleman.

First Stran. We know him for no less, though are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from

we

59. this slave, unto his honour; so Steevens for Ff 'slave unto his honour. Lucullus, it

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is insinuated, is a slave who had been honoured by admission to Timon's feasts.

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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.

Sec. 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!

Sec. Stran. I tell you, denied, my lord.

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Luc. What a strange case was that! now, before the gods, I am ashamed on 't. Denied that honourable man! there was very little honour 20 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.

Enter SERVILIUS.

Ser. See, by good hap, yonder 's my lord; I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord,— [To Lucius. Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. thee well commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

Fare

Ser. May it please your honour, my lord hath

sent

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. Has only sent his present occasion now,

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my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his 40 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,

I should not urge it half so faithfully.

Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Ser. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

Luc. What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might so ha' shown myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour ! Servilius, now, before the gods, I am not able to do, the more beast, I say :-I was sending to use Lord Timon myself, 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 60 power to be kind: and tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?

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Ser. Yes, sir, I shall.

Luc. I'll 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.

First Stran. Do you observe this, Hostilius?
Sec. Stran.

Ay, too well. 70

First Stran. Why, this is the world's soul; and

just of the same piece

Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him
His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in
My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse,

Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks,
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
And yet-O, see the monstrousness of man
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape !—
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.
Third Stran. Religion groans at it.
First Stran.

For mine own part,

I never tasted Timon in my life,

Nor came any of his bounties over me,
To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue
And honourable carriage,

Had his necessity made use of me,

I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart: but, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE III. A room in Sempronius' house.

Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON's.

Sem. Must he needs trouble me in 't,-hum!
-'bove all others?

He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,

Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
Owe their estates unto him.

Serv.

My lord,

They have all been touch'd and found base metal,

for

They have all denied him.

Sem.

How! have they denied him?

Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? hum!
It shows but little love or judgement in him:
Must I be his last refuge?

physicians,

His friends, like

Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure

upon me?

'Has much disgraced me in 't; I'm angry at him, That might have known my place: I see no sense

for 't,

But his occasions might have woo'd me first;

For, in my conscience, I was the first man

That e'er received gift from him:

And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No:

So it may prove an argument of laughter

To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.

touchstone.

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6. touch'd, tried with the of F. Ff2,3 'that thrived. Did Shakespeare write 'Have 12. Thrive, the reading given'?

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