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is no time to lend money; especially upon bare friendship, without security. Here's three solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.
Flam. Is't possible the world should so much differ, And we alive that liv'd ? Fly, damned baseness, To him that worships thee! [Throwing the money back.
Lucul. Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.
[Exit. Flam. May these add to the number that may scald thee! Let molten coin be thy damnation, Thou disease of a friend, and not himself! Has friendship such a faint and milky heart, It turns in less than two nights ? O you gods, I feel my master's passion! this slave Unto his honour (36) has my lord's meat in him: Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment, When he is turn'd to poison ? O, may diseases only work upon't! And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature Which my lord paid for, be of any power To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
Enter Lucius, with three Strangers. Luc. Who, the Lord Timon ? he is my very good friend, and an honourable gentleman.
First Stran. We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common rumours, - now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.
Luc. Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
Sec. Stran. But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents; nay, urged extremely for't, and showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied.
Luc. What a strange case was that! now, before the gods, I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man! there was very little honour showed in't. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.
Enter SERVILIUS. Ser. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have swet to see his honour.—My honoured lord,
[To Lucius. Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well: commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
Ser. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent
Luc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
Ser. Has (37) only sent his present occasion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.
Luc. I know his lordship is but merry with me;
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius ?
Luc. What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such a good time, when I might ha' shown myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for a little part,(38) and undo a great deal of honour !—Servilius, now, before the gods, I am not able to do,(39)—the more beast, I say :- I was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done 't now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I hope his
honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind :—and tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?
Ser. Yes, sir, I shall.
[Exit Servilius. True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed; And he that's once denied will hardly speed. [Exit.
First Stran. Do you observe this, Hostilius?
Ay, too well.
the same piece
Third Stran. Religion groans at it.
For mine own part,
Scene III. The same. A room in SEMPRONIUs' house.
Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of Timon's.
How! have they denied him?
Serv. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did when he made man politic,-he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot think but, in the end, the villanies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked ; like those that, under hot ardent zeal, would set whole realms on fire:
Of such a nature is his politic love.
The same. A hall in Timon's house.
Enter two Servants of VARRO, and the Servant of Lucius, meeting
Titus, HORTENSIUS, and other Servants of Timon's creditors,
Ay, and I think
Tit. So is theirs and ours.
And Sir Philotus too!
Welcome, good brother.
Labouring for nine.
Is not my lord seen yet?
Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him : You must consider that a prodigal course