Thou art a Soldier, therefore feldom rich,

It comes in Charity to thee; for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the Lands thou haft
Lye in a Pitcht Field.

Alc. I defie Land, my Lord.

I Lord. We are fo vertuously bound.
Tim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd

Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights, more Light,
3 Lord. The beft of Happiness, Honour and Fortunes,
Keep with you, Lord Timon.

Tim. Ready for his Friends.
Apem. What a coil's here,

[Exeunt Lords,

Serving of becks and jutting out of bums?
I doubt whether their Legs be worth the Sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of Dregs:
Methinks falfe Hearts fhould never have found Legs.
Thus honest Fools lay out their wealth on Court'fies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I would be good to thee.

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
He owes nine thousand, befides my former Sum,
Which make it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging Wafte? 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 Horfe, and buy twenty more
Better than he; why give my Horfe to Timon;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
An able Horfe. No Porter at his Gate,
But rather one that fmiles and still invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold, no reafon
Can found his State in fafety, Caphis, hoa!
Caphis I fay.

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-
Commend me to your Mafter and the Cap
Plays in the right Hand---thus: But tell him, Sirrah,
My ufes cry to me; I muft ferve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are paft,
And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have fmite my Credit. I love and honour him;
But muft not break my Back, to heal his Finger.
Immediate are my Needs, and my Relief
Muft not be toft and turn'd to me in words,
But find fupply immediate. Get you gone,
Put on a molt importunate Afpect,
A Vifage of demand: For I do fear
When every Feather fticks in his own Wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a Phoenix: Get you gone.

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.
Fla. No care, no ftop, fo fenfelefs of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no account
How things go from him, nor refumes no care
Of what is to continue: Never mind

Was to be fo unwife, to be fo kind.

[Exeunt,

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, Ifidore, and Varro.

Cap. Good even, Varro; what, you come for Mony?
Var. Is't not your Bufinefs too?

Cap. It is, and yours too, Ifidore?

id. It is fo.

Cap. Would we were all discharg'd,
Var. I fear it.

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,
To the Succeffion of new Days, this Month:
My Mafter is awak'd by great Occafion,
To call upon his own, and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble Parts, you'll fuit,
In giving him his Right.

Tim. Mine honest Friend,

I prethee but repair to me next Morning.
Cap. Nay, good my Lord--

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:
Your Importunacy cease, 'till after Dinner,
That I may make his Lordship understand

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?
All. I would they ferv'd us.
Apem. So would I.

As good a trick as ever Hangman ferv'd Thief,
Fool. Are you three Ufurers Men ?

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