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of the fame piece is every flatterer's spirit: (18)
Who can call him his friend,
That dips in the same dish? for, in my knowing,
Timon has been to this Lord as a father,
And kept his credit with his bounteous purse :
Supported his estate ; nay, Timon's money,
Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks,
But simon's filver treads upon his lip;
And yet, oh, see the monitrousness of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!
He does deny him in respect of his)
What charitable men afford to beggars.

3 Stran. Religion groans at it.

i Stran. For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life ;
Nor any of his bounties came o'er 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 belt half should have return’d to him
So much I love his heart: but I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispence,
For policy fits above conscience.

Enter a third Servant with Sempronius.
Sem. Must he needs trouble me in't? '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 three
Owe their estates unto him.

Ser. Oh, my Lord,
They've all been touch'd, and all are found base metal;
For they have all deny'd him.

Sem. How ? deny'd him?
Ventidius and Lucullus both deny'd him ?
And does he send to me? three! hum

(18) Is every flatterer's sport.] This senseless corruption has hitherto yun through all the editions; and, as I suppose, without suspicion,


It shews but little love or judgment in him.
Must I be his lait refuge! his friends, like physicians, (19)
Thriv'd, give him over? muft I take the cure
On me? h’as much disgrac'd me in't ; I'm angry.
He might have known my place ; I see no fenfe for’t,
But his occasions might have wooed me firft:
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him.
And does he think so backwardly, of me,
That I'll require it last? no:
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To th' reft, and.'mongst Lords I be thought a fool :
I'd rather than the worth of thrice the fum,
Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake :
I'd fuch a courage to have done him good.
But now, retorn,
And with their faint reply this answer join ;
Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin. [Exit.

Ser. Excellent! your Lordhip's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politick; 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 fet whole realms on fire. Of such a nature is his politick love. This was my Lord's best hope ; now all are Aed, Save the gods only. Now his friends are dead ; Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards (19)

-his friends, like physicians Thriv'd, give bimover ?] I have restor'd this old reading, only amended the pointing, which was faulty. Mr. Pope, suspecting the phrase, has fubstituted three in the room of thriv'd, and so disarm'd the poet's fatire. Physicians thriv'd is no more than phyficians grown ricb: Only the adjective paffive of this verb, indeed, is not so common in use; and yet it is a familiar expression, to this day, to say, such a one is well thriven on bis trade. This very sarcasm of our author is made use of by Webfter a contemporary poet in his Dutchess of Malfy, the eloathing only a little varied,

-Physicians thus,
With their bands full of money, use to give o'er
Their patients,

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Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows ;:
Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house. (Exit.

SCENE changes to Timon's Hall.
Enter. Varro, Titus, Hortensius, Lucius, and other Servants

of Timon's Creditors, who wait for his coming out. Var.

7 Ell met, good-morrow, Titus and Hortenfiusa

Tit. The , kind Varro.
Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together?

Luc. I think, one bufiness does command us all.
For mine is money.
Tit. So is theirs and ours..

Enter Philotas.
Luc. And, Sir, Philotas's too..
Phi. Good day, at once.

Luc. Welcome, good brother. What d'you think the hour?

Pbi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. So much ?
Phi. Is not my Lord feen yet?
Luc. Not yet.
Phi. I wonder : he was wont to shine at feven.

Luc. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him :
You must consider that a prodigal's course
Is like the fun's, but not like his recoverable, I fear;
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse ;
That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet
Find little.

Phi. I am of your fear for that..

Tit. I'll how to observe a strange event:
Your Lord sends now for money.

Hor. True, . he does.

Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.

Hor. Against my heart.
Lue. How Atrange it thows,


Timon in this should pay more than he owes !
And e'en as if your Lord should wear sich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.

Hor. I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness : I know, my Lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, Ingratitude now makes it worse than stealth.

Var. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours! Luc. Five thousand.

Var. 'Tis too much deep, and it should seem by th’sum, Your master's confidence was above mine

; Elle, surely, his had equalld.

Enter Flaminius. Tit. One of Lord Timon's men.

Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a word : pray, is my Lord
Ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
Tit. We attend his Lordship; pray, signify so much.

Flum. I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent.

Enter Flavius in a cloak, mufled. Luc. Ha! is not that his steward mufiled fo ? He

goes away in a cloud : call him, call him. Tit. Do

you hear, Sir
Var. By your leave, Sir.
Fla. What do you ask of me, my friend?
Tit. We wait for certain money here, Sir.

Fla. If money were as certain as your waiting,
"T'were sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills,
When your false maiters eat of my Lord's meat ?
Then they would smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down th' interest in their glutt'nous maws;
You do yourselves but wrong to itir me up,
Let me pass quietly :-
Believe't, my Lord and I have made an end,
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

Luc. Ay, but this answer will not serve.,
Fla. It 'will not serve, ’is not so base as you ;

For you
ferve knaves.

[Exit. · Var. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter ?

Tit. 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.

Enter Servilius.
Tit.Oh, here's Servilius; now we shall have some answer.

Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair
fome other hour, I should derive much from it. For
take it of my soul,
My Lord leans wondrously to discontent:
His comfortable temper has forfook him,
He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

Luc. Many do keep their chambers, are not sick:
And if he be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

Ser. Good gods !
Tit. We cannot take this for an answer.
Flam. [within.] Servilius, help—my Lord ! my Lord,

Enter Timon, in a rage.
Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my pariage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol ?
The place, which I have fealted, does it now,
Like all mankind, shew me an iron heart?

Luc. Put in now, Titus.
Tit. My Lord, here's my bill.
Luc. Here's mine.
Var. And mine, my Lord.
Cap. And ours, my Lord !
Phi. And our bills.
Tim. Knock me down with 'em--cleave me to the girdle.
Luc. Alas, my Lord.
Tim. Cut out my heart in sums.
Tit. Mine, fifty talents.
Tim. Tell out my blood.


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