When all our offices have been oppress'd I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock, And set mine eyes at flow Tim. Pr'ythee, no more. Flav. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves, and peasants, This night englutted! Who is not Timon's? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is lord Timon's? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd. Tim. Come, sermon me no further: No villainous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack, To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart; Flav. 1 Assurance bless your thoughts! Tim. And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them blessings; for by these Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other Servants. Serv. My lord, my lord, Tim. I will despatch you severally.-You, to lord To lord Lucullus you; I hunted with his Commend me to their loves; and, I am proud, say, Be fifty talents. Flam. As you have said, my lord. Flav. Lord Lucius, and lord Lucullus? humph! [Aside. Tim. Go you, sir, [To another Serv.] to the se nators, (Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have Deserv'd this hearing,) bid 'em send o'the instant A thousand talents to me. Flav. I have been bold, (For that I knew it the most general way,) Tim. Is't true? can it be? Flav. They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, Ꭰ That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry-you are honourable, But yet they could have wish'd--they know not but Something hath been amiss-a noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity And so, intending other serious matters, After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions, With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods, They froze me into silence. Tim. You gods, reward them!I pr'ythee, man, look cheerly: These old fellows Have their ingratitude in them hereditary: Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it seldom flows; 'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind; And nature, as it grows again toward earth, Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy.Go to Ventidius,-[To a Serv.] 'Pr'ythee, [To Flavius,] be not sad, Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously I speak, No blame belongs to thee:-[To Serv.] Ventidius lately Bury'd his father; by whose death, he's stepp'd Imprison'd, and in scarcity of friends, I clear'd him with five talents: Greet him from me; Bid him suppose, some good necessity Touches his friend, which craves to be remem ber'd With those five talents:-that had,-[To Flavius,] give it these fellows To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink. Flav. I would, I could not think it; That thought is bounty's foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others so. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. THE SAME. A ROOM IN LUCULLUS'S HOUSE. Flaminius waiting. Enter a Servant to him. Sero. I have told my lord of you, he is coming down to you. Flam. I thank you, sir. Enter Lucullus. Sero. Here's my lord. Lucul. [Aside.] One of lord Timon's men? a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver bason and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.-Fill me some wine.-[Exit Servant.] And how does that honourable, complete, freehearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master? Flam. His health is well, sir. Lucul. I am right glad that his health is well, sir: And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius? Flam. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him; nothing doubting your present assistance therein. Lucul. La, la, la, la,-nothing doubting, says |