Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging wafte? 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 ten more
Better than he; why, give my horfe to Timon.
Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me ftraight
Ten able horfe. No porter at his gate,

But rather one that fmiles, and ftill invites
All that pafs by it. It cannot hold; no reafon
Can found his ftate in fafety. Caphis, hoa!
Caphis, I fay.

Enter Caphis.

Cap. Here, Sir, what is your pleasure?

Sen. Get on your cloak, and hafte you to lord Timon;
Importune him for monies, be not ceaft
With flight denial; nor then filenc'd with
Commend me to your master--and the cap
Plays in the right hand, thus :-but tell him, firrah,
My ufes cry to me, I must ferve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliance on his fracted dates

Has frit 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 toft and turn'd to me in words,
But find Supply immediate. Get you gone.
Put on a molt importunate afpec,

A vifage of demand: for I do fear,
When every feather flicks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked Gull,

Who flashes now a Phoenix-Get you gone.

Cap. I go, Sir.

Sen. I go, Sir?-Take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in Compt.

Cap. I will, Sir.

Sen. Go.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Flav.

Changes to Timon's Hall.

Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand.
O care, no ftop? fo fenfelefs of expence,
That he will neither know how to main-
tain it,

N

Nor ceafe his flow of riot? Takes no account
How things go from him, and refumes no care
Of what is to continue: * never Mind

Was, to be fo unwife, to be fo kind.

What fhall be done?--he will not hear, 'till feel:
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunt-
Fie, fie, fie, fie.

Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro.

[ing.

Cap. Good evening, Varro; what, you come for money?

Var. Is't not your business too?

Cap. It is; and your's too? Ifidore?
Ifid. It is fo.

Cap. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Var. I fear it.

Cap. Here comes the lord.

Enter Timon, and his train.

Tim. So foon as dinner's done, we'll forth again. My Alcibiades,-Well, what's your Will?

[They prefent their bills.

Cap: My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues? whence are you?

Cap. Of Athens here, my lord.

Tim. Go to my Steward.

Cap. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off

To make this Sense and Grammer, it fhould be supplied thus,

-never mind

Was [made] to be fo unwife, [in order] to be fo kind.

Warb.

Το

To the fucceffion of new days, this month:
My mafter is awak'd by great occafion,
To call upon his own; and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble parts you'll fuit,
In giving him his Right.

Tim. Mine honeft friend,

I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.
Cap. Nay, good my lord-

Tim. Contain thyfelf, good friend.

Var. One Varro's fervant, my good lord

Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy paymentCap. If you did know, my lord, my master's wantsVar. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, fix weeks, and paft.-

Ifid. Your Steward puts me off, my lord, and I Am fent exprefly to your lordship.

Tim. Give me breath:

I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on,

[Exeunt lords I'll wait upon you inftantly. Come hither: How goes the world, that I am thus encountred With clam'rous claims of debt, of broken bonds; And the detention of long-fince-due debts, Against my honour?

Flav Pleafe you, gentlemen,

The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunity ceafe, 'till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand

Wherefore you are not pay'd.

Tim. Do fo, my friends; fee them well entertain'd.

[Exit Timon.

Flav. Pray, draw near.

[Exit Flavius.

SCENE

III.

Enter Apemantus, and Fool.

Cap. STAY, ftay, here comes the Fool with Apemantus, let's have fome sport with 'em.

Var. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Ifid. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. How doft, fool?

Apem. Doft dialogue with thy fhadow?
Var. I fpeak not to thee.

Apem. No, 'tis to thyfelf.

Come away.

Id. There's the fool hangs on your back already. Apem. No, thou ftand'ft fingle.

Cap. Thou art not on him yet.

Where's the fool now?

Apem. He laft afk'd the Queftion. Poor rogues' and ufurers' men! bawds between gold and want! All. What are we, Apemantus?

Apem. Affes.

All. Why?

Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.

Fool. How do you, Gentlemen ?

All. Gramercies, good Fool: how does your miftrefs ?

Fool. She's e'en fetting on water to fcald fuch chickens as you are. *Would, we could fee you at

Corinth.

Apem. Good! gramercy!

Fool. Look

Enter Page.

you, here comes my mistress's page. Page. Why how now, captain? what do you in this wife company? how doft thou, Apemantus? Apem. 'Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.

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

Page. No.

Apem. There will little learning die then, that day

'Would, we could fee you at Corinth.] A cant Name for a BawdyHouse, I fuppofe from the Diffoluteness of that ancient Greek City.

thou

thou art hang'd. This is to lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go, thou waft born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.

Page. Thou waft whelpt a dog, and thou fhalt famish, a dog's death. Anfwer not, I am gone. [Exit. Apem. Ev'n fo thou out-run'ft grace. Fool. I will go with you to lord Timon's. Fool. Will you leave me there?

Apem. If Timon stay at homeYou three ferve three Ufurers? All. I would they ferv'd us.

Apem. So would I-as good a trick as ever hangman ferv'd thief.

Fool. Are you three ufurers' men?

All. Ay, fool.

Fool. I think, no ufurer but has a fool to his fervant. My miftrefs is one, and I am her fool; when men come to borrow of your mafters, they approach fadly, and go away merrily; but they enter my miftrefs's houfe merrily, and go away fadly. The reafon of this?

Var. I could render one.

Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremafter, and a knave; which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteem'd.

Var. What is a whoremafter, fool?

Fool. A fool in good Cloaths, and fomething like thee. 'Tis a fpirit; fometimes it appears like a lord, fometimes like a lawyer, fometimes like a philofopher, with two flones more than's artificial one. He is very often like a knight; and generally, in all fhapes that man goes up and down in, from fourfcore to thirteen, this Spirit walks in.

Var. Thou art not altogether a fool.

Fool. Nor thou altogether a wife man; as much foolery as I have, fo much wit thou lack'ft. Apem. That anfwer might have become Apemantus. All. Afide, afide, here comes lord Timon.

Enter