ACT II. SCENE I.

The fame.

A Room in a Senator's House.

Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand.

Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Ifidore He owes nine thousand; befides my former fum, Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, fteal but a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold: If I would fell my horfe, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, And able horses: No porter at his gate; But rather one that smiles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Can found his state in fafety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I fay!

Caph.

Enter CAPHIS.

Here, fir; What is your pleasure ?

Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Timor ; Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd

With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, when

Commend me to your master--and the cap

Plays in the right hand, thus :—but tell him, firrah,
My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn

Out of mine own; his days and times are paft,

And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have fmit my credit: I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger:
Immediate are my needs; and my relief

Muft not be tofs'd and turn'd to me in words,
But find fupply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a most importunate afpéct,

A vifage of demand; for, I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
Caph. I go, fir.

Sen. I go, fir?-take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt.

Caph.

Sen.

I will, fir.

The fame. A Hall in Timon's House.

Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand.
Flav. No care, no stop !' so senseless of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account
How things go from him; nor refumes no care
Of what is to continue; Never mind

Was to be fo unwife, to be so kind.

What fhall be done? He will not hear, till feel":

I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fye, fye, fye, fye!

Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Ifidore and Varro.

Caph.

Good even, Varro: What,

You come for money?

Tim. So foon as dinner's done, we'll f My Alcibiades.-With me? What's you Caph. My lord, here is a note of certai Tim. Dues? Whence are you? Caph.

Tim. Go to my steward.

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Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath To the fucceffion of new days this month My master is awak'd by great occafion, To call upon his own; and humbly pray That with your other noble parts you'll 1 In giving him his right.

Tim.

Mine honest frier I pr'ythee, but repair to me next mornin

Caph. Nay, good my lord,

Tim.

Contain thy Var. Serv. One Varro's fervant, my go Ifid. Serv.

He humbly prays your speedy payment,Caph. If you did know, my lord, my n Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my And past,

Ifid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, r And I am fent exprefsly to your lordship. Tim. Give me breath :

I do befeech you, good my lords, keep on ;

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords. I'll wait on you inftantly.-Come hither, pray you.

[TO FLAVIUS.

How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds,
And the detention of long-fince-due debts,
Against my honour ?

Flav.
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business a
Your importunacy ceafe, till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Caph. Stay, ftay, here comes the fool with Apemantus; let's have fome sport with 'em.

Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us.

Ifid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. Serv. How doft, fool?

Apem. Doft dialogue with thy fhadow?

Var. Serv. I fpeak not to thee.

Apem. No, 'tis to thyself.-Come away. [To the Fool. Ifid. Serv. [To Var. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.

Apem. No, thou ftand'ft fingle, thou art not on him yet. Caph. Where's the fool now?

Apem. He laft afk'd the queftion.-Poor rogues, and ufurers' men! bawds between gold and want!

as you are. 'Would, we could see you at Apem. Good! gramercy.

Enter Page.

Fool. Look you, here comes my mistress' Page. [To the Fool.] Why, how now, cap in this wife company?-How doft tho Apem. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth answer thee profitably.

you

Page. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me tion of these letters; I know not which is Apem. Canft not read ?

Page. No.

Apem. There will little learning die then art hang'd. This is to lord Timon; this Go; thou waft born a bastard, and thou'lt Page. Thou waft whelp'd a dog; and th a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone. Apem. Even fo thou out-run'ft grace. with you to lord Timon's.

Fool. Will you leave me there?

Apem. If Timon stay at home.-You th ufurers?

All Serv. Ay; 'would they served us!