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When all our offices have been oppress'd
Pr'ythee, no more.
Timon's? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon? Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd. Tim.
Come, sermon me no further:
Assurance bless your thoughts ! Tim. And, in some sort, these wants of mine are
That I account them blessings; for by these
Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other Servants.
you have said, my lord. Flav. Lord Lucius, and lord Lucullus? humph!
[Aside. Tim. Go you, sir, [To another Serv.] to the se
nators, (Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have Deserv'd this hearing,) bid 'em send o’the instant A thousand talents to me. Flav.
I have been bold,
Is't true? can it be?
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry—you are honour
able, But yet they could have wish'd--they know not
but Something hath been amiss—a noble nature May catch a wrench-would all were well—'tis
pityAnd so, intending other serious matters, After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions, With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods, They froze me into silence. Tim.
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 heavyGo to Ventidius,--[To a Serv.] 'Pr’ythee, [To Fla
vius,] be not sad, Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously I speak, No blame belongs to thee:-(To Serv.] Ventidius
lately Bury'd his 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 rememWith those five talents:—that had, -[To Flavius,]
give it these fellows To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, That Timon's fortunes '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. [Exeunt.
A ROOM IN LUCULLUS'S HOUSE.
Flaminius waiting. Enter a Servant to him. Serv. I have told my lord of you, he is coming
down to you.
Enter Lucullus. Sero. 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, freehearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?
Flam. His health is well, sir.
Lucul. I am right glad that his health is well, sir: And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
Flam. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in
lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to furnish him; nothing doubting your present assistance therein.
Lucul. La, la, la, la,—nothing doubting, says