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Which makes it five and twenty-Still in motion
Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a Beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
If I would fell my horse, and buy ten more
Better than he; why, give my horse to Timon.
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
Ten able horse. No porter at his gate,
But rather one that smiles, and still invites
All that pass by it. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his state in safety. 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 slight denial; nor then silenc'd with
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 past,

reliance on his fracted dates
Has finit my credit. I love and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my relief
Must not be toit and turn'd to me in words,
But find Supply immediate. Get you gone.
Put on a molt importunate aspect,
A visage of demand : for I do fear,
When every

feather sticks 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.


Flav. N


Changes to Timon's Hall. Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand. Flav. O care, no stop? so senseless of expence,

That he will neither know how to main

tain it, Nor cease his flow of riot ? Takes no account How things go from him, and resumes no care Of what is to continue;

never Mind Was, to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done?-he will not hear, 'till feel : I must be round with him, now he comes from huntFie, fie, fie, fie.

[ing. Enter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro. Cap. Good evening, Varro; what, you come for

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 coines the lord.

Enter Timon, and his train.
Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again.
My Alcibiades,-Well, what's your Will?

[They present their bills. Cap: My lord, here is a note of certain dues. Tim. Dues ? whence are you ? Cap. Of Athens here, my lord. . Tin. Go to my Steward. Cap. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off * To make this Sense and Grammer, it should be supplied thus,

-never mind Was (made] to be so unwise, [in order] to be so kind. Warb.


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

Tim. Mine honest friend,
I prythee, but repair to me next morning.

Cap. Nay, good my lord-
Tim. Contain thyself, good friend.
Var. One Varro's servant, my good lord-
Ifid. From Ifidore, he prays your speedy payment
Cap. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants

Var. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, fix weeks, and paft.-

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

Tim. Give me breath:-
I do beseech' you, good"my lords, keep on,

[Exeunt lords
I'll wait upon you instantly. 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-since-due debts,
Against my honour?

Flaw Please you, gentlemen;
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunity cease, 'till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand

you are not pay'd. Tim. Do so, my friends ; see them well entertain'd.

(Exit Timon. Flav. Pray, draw near.

Exit Flavius. S CE N E III.

Enter Apemantus, and Fool. TAY, ftay, here comes the Fool with Apemantus; let's have some sport with 'em.

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Var. Hang him, he'll abuse us.
Ifid. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. How doft, fool ?
Apem. Doft dialogue with thy shadow?
Var. I speak not to thee.
Apen. No, 'tis to thyself. Come away,
Ifid. There's the fool hangs on your back already.
Apem. No, thou stand'st single.

Cap. Thou art not on him yet.
Where's the fool now?

Apem. He last ask'd the Question. Poor rogues' and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!

All. What are we, Apemantus ?
Apem. Afles.
All. Why?
Apem. That

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 miftress ?

Fool. She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are.

*Would, we could see you at
Apem. Good! gramercy!

Enter Page.
Fool. Look

here comes my


page. Page. Why how now, captain? what do you in this wise company ? how dost thou, Apeniantus?

Apem. 'Would. I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.

Page. Pr’ythee, Apemantus, read me the Superscription 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 see you at Corinth.] A cant Name for a Bawdy-
House, I suppose from the Diffoluteness of that ancient Greek City.


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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 wast whelpt a dog, and thou shalt famih, a dog's death. Answer not, I am gone. [Exit.

Apem. Ev'n so thou out-run'it grace. : Fool, I will


with you to lord Timon's. Fool. Will you leave me there?

Apem. If Timon stay at home You three serve three Usurers ?

All. I would they serv'd us.

Apem. So would l-as good a trick as ever hang. man sery'd thief.

Fool. Are you three usurers' men ?
All. Ay, fool.

Fool. I think, no usurer but has a fool to his ser: vant. My mistress is one, and I am her fool; when men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and go away merrily; but they enter my mistress's house merrily, and go away fadly. The reason of this?

Var. I could render one. Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster, and a knave; which notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteem'd.

Var. What is a whoremaster, fool?

Fool. A fool in good Cloaths, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit; sometimes it appears like a lord, sometimes like a lawyer, sometimes like a philosopher, with two ftones more than's artificial one. He is very often like a knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this Spirit walks in.

Var. Thou art not altogether a fool.

Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man; as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lack'it.

Apem. That answer might have become Apemantus. All. Aside, afide, here comes lord Timon.


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