SCENE VII.

Enter a fervant.

Ser. My lord, there are certain nobles of the fenate newly alighted, and come to visit you.

Tim. They are fairly welcome,

Re-enter Flavius.

Flav. I beseech your honour, vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

Tim. Near! why then another time I'll hear thee. I pr'ythee let's be provided to fhew them entertainment.

Flav. I fcarce know how.

Enter another Servant.

2 Ser. May it please your honour, lord Lucius, out of his free love, hath presented to you four milk-white horses trapt in silver. Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents

Be worthily entertain❜d.

Enter a third Servant.

How now? what news?

3 Ser. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour two brace of grey-hounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be received, not without fair reward.

Flav. What will this come to? he commands us to provide, and give great gifts, and all out of an empty coffer:

Nor will he know his purfe, or yield me this,

To fhew him what a beggar his heart is,

Being of no pow'r to make his wishes good;

His promises fly so beyond his state,

That what he speaks is all in debt, owes for ev'ry word:
He is fo kind, that he pays interest for't;
His land's put to their books. Well, would I were
Gently put out of office, ere I were forc'd.
Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than fuch that do e'en enemies exceed.

I bleed inwardly for my lord.

[Exit.

Tim. You do your felves much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits. Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

I Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it. Lord. He has the very foul of bounty. Tim. And now I remember, my lord, the other day of a bay courfer I rode on. you lik'd it.

you gave good words

'Tis yours, because

my lord, in that.

2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, Tim. You may take my word, my lord: justly praise, but what he does affect. I weigh my friends affecti

I know no man can

on with my own; I'll tell you true, I'll call on you.

All Lords. O none fo welcome.

Tim. I take all, and your feveral 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 foldier, therefore feldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee; thy living

Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd

Tim. All to you. Lights! more lights, more lights.

3 Lord.

3

Lord. The best of happiness, honour and fortunes, Keep you, lord Timon --

Tim. Ready for his friends.

SCENE

Apem. What a coil's here,

[Exeunt lords.

VIII.

Serving of becks and jutting out of bums?
I doubt whether their legs be worth the fums
That are giv'n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs;
Methinks false hearts should never have found legs.
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst fin the fafter. Thou giv❜ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thy felf in paper shortly. What need these feasts,

pomps, and vain-glories?

Tim. Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am fworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better

mufick.

[Exit.

Apem. So---- thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then. I'll lock thy heaven from thee:

Oh that mens ears fhould be

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

[Exit.

ACT

A

ACT II.

SCENE I.

A publick place in the City.

Enter a Senator.

SENATO R.

ND late five thousand: to Varro and to Ifidore
He owes nine thousand, befides my former fum.
Which makes it five and twenty.---- Still in mo-

tion

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 horse, and buy ten more
Better than he; why give my horse to Timon;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
An able horse. No porter at his gate ;
But rather one that smiles and ftill invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold, no reason
Can found his state 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 ceast

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,

VO L. V.

D

My

My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliance on his fracted dates

Has fmit 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 toft and turn'd to me in words,
But find fupply immediate. Get you gone.
Put on a most importunate afpect,

A vifage 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. Ay go, Sir: take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in.

Cap. I will, Sir.

Sen. Go.

Come.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

TIMON's hall.

Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand.

Flav. N That he will neither know how to maintain it,

O care, no stop? fo fenfelefs of expence,

Nor cease 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 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