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And so, intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps, and cold-inoving nods,
They froze me into silence.

You gods, reward them!
I pr’ythee, man, look cheerly; These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary :
Their blood is cak’d, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy:
Go to Ventidius,-{To a Serv.] 'Pry'theo [To Flav.]

be not sad, Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously I speak, No blame belongs to thee:-[To Serv.] Ventidius lately Buried bis father; by whose death, he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor, Imprison'd, and in scarcity of friends, I clear'd him with five talents; Greet him from me; Bid him suppose, some good necessity Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd With those five talents :- that had,-[To Flav.] give it

these fellows, To wbom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, That Timon's forlunes 'mong his friends can sink. Flav. I would, I could not think it; That thought is

bounty's foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others so. [Ereunt.


to you.

SCENE I. The same. A Room in LUCULLUS' House.

FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him.
Serv. I have told my lord of you, he is coming down
Flam. I thank



Enter LUCULLUS. Serv. Here's my lord.

Lucul. [Aside] One of lord Timon's men? a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver bason and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir. Fill me some wine.--[Exit Servant] And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master? Flam. His health is well, sir.

Lucul. I am right glad that his bealth is well, sir: And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

Flam. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to

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supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifly talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him; nothing doubting your present assistance therein.

Lucul. La, la, la, la, --nothing doubting, says he ? alas, good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a house. Many a time and often I have dined with him, and told him on't; and come again to supper to bim, of purpose to have him spend less: and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning, by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his; I have told him on't, but I could never get him from it.

Re-enter Servant, with Wine. Serv. Please your lordship, here is the wine. Lucul. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.

Flam. Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

Lucul. I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit,-give thee thy due,mand one that knows what belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in thee.-Get you gone, sirrah.“[To the Servant, who goes out)-Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou knowest well enouglı, although thou comest to me, that this 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 saw'st 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 away.

Lucul. Ha! Now I see, thou art å fool, and fit för thy master.

[Exit Lucullus. Flam. May these add to the number that may scald Let molten coin be thy damnation,

[thee! 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, has ny 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 is 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! [Erit.

SCENE II. The same. A public Place.

Enter Lucius, with three Strangers. Luc. Who, the lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and an honourable gentleman.

1 Stran. We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my Jord, and which I hear from common rumours; pow 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.

2 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. How?
2 Stran. I tell you, denied, my lord.

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 show'd in it. 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; yel, bad 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 sweat to see his honour.-My honoured lord - [To Lucius.

Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well :-Commend me to thy honourable-virtugas lord, iny 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 Jord; he's ever sending: How shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?

Ser. He has only sent his present occasion now, my Jord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.

Luc. I know, his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.

Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully,

Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Ser. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

Luc. What a wicked beast was 1, to disfarnish myself against such a good time, when I might have shown myselt honourable! bow unluckily it happened, that! should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour!-Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do't; the more beast, I say: -I was sending to use lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealib of Athens, I had done it 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.
Luc. I will look you out a good turn, Servilius,

[Exit Servilius.
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed;
And he, that's once denied, will hardly speed.

[Exit Lucius.
1 Stran. Do you observe this, Hostilius?
2 Stran. Ay, too well.

1 Stran. Why this
Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece
Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him
His friend, that dips in the same dish? for, in

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