Thou art a Soldier, therefore feldom rich, It comes in Charity to thee; for all thy living Alc. I defie Land, my Lord. I Lord. We are fo vertuously bound. 2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights, more Light, Tim. Ready for his Friends. [Exeunt Lords, Serving of becks and jutting out of bums? Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I fhould be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldft Sin the fafter. Thou giv'ft fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thy felf in Paper shortly. What need thefe Feafts, Pomps, and Vain-glories? Tim. Nay, and 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 Heav'n from thee: Oh that Mens Ears fhould be To Counsel deaf, but not to Flattery, [Exit АСТ ACT II. SCENE I. SCENE A publick Place in the City. Enter a Senator, ND late five thoufand: To Varro and to Ifidore Enter Caphis. Cap. Here, Sir, what is your Pleafure? Sen. Get on your Cloak, and hafte you to Lord Timon; Importune him for my Monies, be not ceaft With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, with- Have fmite my Credit. I love and honour him; H 4 Cap. Cap. I go, Sir. Sen. I go, Sir? Take the Bonds along with you, And have the dates in. Cap. I will, Sir. Sen. Go. Come. SCENE II. Timon's Hall. . Enter Flavius, with many Bills in his Hand. Was to be fo unwife, to be fo kind. [Exeunt, What shall be done?he will not hear, 'till feel: Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro. Cap. Good even, Varro; what, you come for Mony? Cap. It is, and yours too, Ifidore? id. It is fo. Cap. Would we were all discharg'd, Cap. Here comes the Lord. Enter Timon, and his Train, Tim. So foon as Dinner's done, we'll forth again, My Alcibiades. With me, 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, Tim. Mine honest Friend, I prethee but repair to me next Morning. Tim. Contain thy felf, good Friend. Var. One Varro's Servant, my good Lord Ifid. From Ifidore, he humbly prays your fpeedy pay ment Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my Mafter's wants Var, 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix Weeks, and past Ifid. Your Steward puts me off, my Lord, and I Am fent exprefly to your Lordship. Tim. Give me breath: [To the Lords. I do befeech you, good my Lords, keep on, [Exe. Lords. I'll wait upon you inftantly. Come hither, pray you How goes the World that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of Debt, broken Bonds, And the Detention of long fince due Debts, Against my Honour? Fla. Please you, Gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this Business: Wherefore you are not paid. Tim. Do fo, my Friends; fee them well entertain'd. Stew. Pray draw near. Enter Apemantus and Fool. [Exit. Cap. Stay, ftay, here comes the Fool with Apemantus, let's have fome fport with 'em. Ver. Hang him, he'll abuse us. Ifid. A plague upon him, Dog. Var. How doft, Fool? Apem. Doft dialogue with thy Shadow? Var. I fpeak not to thee. Apem. No, 'tis to thy felf. Come away. Ifid. There's the Fool hangs on your Back already. Apem. No, thou ftandft fingle, thou art not on him yet. Cap. Where's the Fool now? Apem. He laft ask'd the Queftion. Poor Rogues and Ufurers Men, Bawds between Gold and Want. All. What are we, Apemantus? Apem. Apem. Affes. All. Why? Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know your felves. 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! Enter Page. Fool. Look you, here comes my Mafter'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 anfwer thee profitably. Page. Prethee, Apemantus, read me the Superfcription of thefe Letters, I know not which is which. Apem. Canft not read? Page. No. Apem. There will little Learning die then that day thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timan, this to Alcibiades. Go thou waft born a Baftard, and thou'lt die a Bawd. Page. Thou waft whelpt a Dog, and thou shalt famish, a Dog's death. Anfwer not, I am gone. Apem. E'en 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 ftay at home. You three ferve three Ufurers? As good a trick as ever Hangman ferv'd Thief, All. Ay; Fool. [Exit. Fool. I think no Ufurer but has a Fool to his Servant. My Mistress is one, and I am her Fool; when Men come to borrow of your Mafters, they approach fadly, and go away |