The same.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

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

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,

That with your other noble parts you'll suit,1
In giving him his right.

Timon.

Mine honest friend,

I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.

Ca. Nay, good my lord,

Timon.

Contain thyself, good friend.

Var. Ser. One Varro's servant, my good lord,-
Isi. Ser.

From Isidore;

He humbly prays your speedy payment,

Ca. If you did know, my lord, my master's

wants,

Var. Ser. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks,

And past.

Isi. Ser. Your steward puts me off, my lord;
And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Timon. Give me breath :————

I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;

[Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords.

I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, pray

you.

[to Flavius. How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd With clamorous demands of date-broken bonds, And the detention of long-since-due debts, Against my honor?

Flav.

Please you, gentlemen,

The time is unagreeable to this business:

1 i. e. behave in a nanner consistent with your other noble qualities.

Your importunacy cease till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Ca. Stay, stay; here comes the fool with Ape mantus: let's have some sport with 'em.

on

Var. Ser. Hang him, he 'll abuse us.
Isi. Ser. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. Ser. How dost, fool?

Ape. Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
Var. Ser. I speak not to thee.

Ape. No, 'tis to thyself.-Come away.

[to the Fool.

Isi. Ser. [to Var. Ser.] There's the fool hangs

your back already.

Ape. No, thou standest single, thou art not on him yet.

Ca. Where's the fool now?

Ape. He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want! All Ser. What are we, Apemantus ?

Ape. Asses.

All Ser. Why?

Ape. That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.

SHAK.

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