2 Lord. O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

Timon. You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man

Can justly praise, but what he does affect.

I weigh my friend's affection with mine own:
I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.

All Lords.

None so welcome.

Timon. I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,

Thou art a soldier; therefore seldom rich,

It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Alc.

Ay, defiled land, my lord.

1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,

Timon.

Am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,

Timon. All to you.1 Lights, more lights.

1 Lord.

And so

The best of happiness,

Honor, and fortunes keep with you, lord Timon!

Timon. Ready for his friends.

Ape.

[Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, &c.

What a coil 2 's here!

Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!

i. e. all happiness to you.

2 Tumult.

I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs.
Methinks, false hearts should never have sound

legs.

Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on courtesies. Timon. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee.

Ape. No, I'll nothing; for, if I should be bribed too, there would be none left to rail upon thee; and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou givest so long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories?

Timon. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell, and come with better music. [Exit. Ape. So ;- -thou 'lt not hear me now! thou shalt not then; I'll lock thy heaven 1 from thee. O, that men's ears should be

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

[Exit.

11. e. good advice.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

The same. A room in a Senator's house.
Enter SENATOR, with papers in his hand.

Se. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Isidore

He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
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 sell my horse, 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 safety. Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I say!

Ca.

Enter CAPHIS.

Here, sir: what is your pleasure? Se. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord

Timon;

Importune him for my monies: be not ceased 1

1 Repulsed.

With slight denial; nor then silenced, when—

Commend me to your master'-and the cap

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

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

And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have smit my credit. I love and honor him,
But must not break my back to heal his finger:
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a most 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,

Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
Ca..I go, sir.

Se. I go, sir?-take the bonds along with

The same.

SCENE II.

A hall in Timon's house.

Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand.

Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, That he will neither know how to maintain it,

Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account

How things go from him; nor 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 hunting.

Fie, fie, fie, fie!

Enter CAPHIS, and SERVANTS of Isidore and Varro.

Ca.

Good even, Varro: what,

You come for money?

Var. Ser.

Ca. It is; and yours too, Isidore ?
Isi. Ser.

Is 't not your business too?

It is so.

I fear it.

Ca. Would we were all discharged!

Var. Ser.

Ca. Here comes the lord.

Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, &c.

Timon. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth

again,

My Alcibiades. With me? What is your will? Ca. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. Timon. Dues? Whence are you?

Ca.

Of Athens here, my lord.

Timon. Go to my steward.

Ca. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off To the succession of new days this month.

My master is awaked by great occasion,

To call upon his own; and humbly prays you,