are done and past, and his
estate shrinks from him.
LUCIUS. Fie, no: do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
SECOND STRANGER. 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, urg'd
extremely for't, and showed what necessity
belong'd to't, and yet was denied.
LUCIUS. How?
SECOND STRANGER. I tell you, denied, my lord.
LUCIUS. What a strange case was that! Now, before the gods, I am
asham'd on't. Denied that
honourable man! There was very little
honour show'd in't. 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; yet, had he
mistook him and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his
occasion so many talents.
Enter SERVILIUS
SERVILIUS. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to see
his honour.- My honour'd lord!
LUCIUS. Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well;
commendme to thy
honourablevirtuous lord, my very
exquisite friend.
SERVILIUS. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent-
LUCIUS. Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord:
he's ever sending. How shall I thank him, think'st thou? And what
has he sent now?
SERVILIUS. Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord,
requesting your
lordship to supply his
instant use with so many
talents.
LUCIUS. I know his
lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
SERVILIUS. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not
virtuousI should not urge it half so faithfully.
LUCIUS. Dost thou speak
seriously, Servilius?
SERVILIUS. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.
LUCIUS. What a
wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such
a good time, when I might ha' shown myself
honourable! How
unluckily it happ'ned that I 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- the more beast, I say! I
was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can
witness; but I would not for the
wealth of Athens I had done't
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?
SERVILIUS. Yes, sir, I shall.
LUCIUS. I'll 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
FIRST STRANGER. Do you observe this, Hostilius?
SECOND STRANGER. Ay, too well.
FIRST STRANGER. 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 my knowing,
Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse;
Supported his
estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
And yet- O, see the monstrousness of man
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!-
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What
charitable men afford to beggars.
THIRD STRANGER. Religion groans at it.
FIRST STRANGER. For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me
To mark me for his friend; yet I protest,
For his right noble mind,
illustrious virtue,
And
honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my
wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart. But I perceive
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For
policy sits above
conscience. Exeunt
SCENE III.
SEMPRONIUS' house
Enter SEMPRONIUS and a SERVANT of TIMON'S
SEMPRONIUS. Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum! 'Bove all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is
wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these
Owe their
estates unto him.
SERVANT. My lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have all denied him.
SEMPRONIUS. How! Have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? Humh!
It shows but little love or judgment in him.
Must I be his last
refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrice give him over. Must I take th' cure upon me?
Has much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry at him,
That might have known my place. I see no sense for't,
But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my
conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him.
And does he think so backwardly of me now
That I'll requite it last? No;
So it may prove an
argument of laughter
To th' rest, and I 'mongst lords be thought a fool.
I'd rather than the worth of
thrice the sum
Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join:
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin. Exit
SERVANT. Excellent! Your
lordship's a
goodlyvillain. The devil
knew not what he did when he made man
politic- he cross'd himself
by't; and I cannot think but, in the end, the
villainies of man
will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul!
Takes
virtuous copies to be
wicked, like those that under hot
ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire.
Of such a nature is his
politic love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,
Doors that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a
bounteous year must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a
liberal course allows:
Who cannot keep his
wealth must keep his house. Exit
SCENE IV.
A hall in TIMON'S house
Enter two Of VARRO'S MEN, meeting LUCIUS' SERVANT, and
others, all being servants of TIMON's creditors, to
wait for his coming out. Then enter TITUS and HORTENSIUS
FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. Well met; good
morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
TITUS. The like to you, kind Varro.
HORTENSIUS. Lucius! What, do we meet together?
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, and I think one business does command us all;
for mine is money.
TITUS. So is
theirs and ours.
Enter PHILOTUS
LUCIUS' SERVANT. And Sir Philotus too!
PHILOTUS. Good day at once.
LUCIUS' SERVANT.
welcome, good brother, what do you think the hour?
PHILOTUS. Labouring for nine.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. So much?
PHILOTUS. Is not my lord seen yet?
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Not yet.
PHILOTUS. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him;
You must consider that a
prodigal course
Is like the sun's, but not like his recoverable.
I fear
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough and yet
Find little.
PHILOTUS. I am of your fear for that.
TITUS. I'll show you how t' observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.
HORTENSIUS. Most true, he does.
TITUS. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.
HORTENSIUS. It is against my heart.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Mark how strange it shows
Timon in this should pay more than he owes;
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels
And send for money for 'em.
HORTENSIUS. I'm weary of this
charge, the gods can witness;
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's
wealth,
And now
ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's
yours?
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Five thousand mine.
FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. 'Tis much deep; and it should seem by th'
sum
Your master's confidence was above mine,
Else surely his had equall'd.
Enter FLAMINIUS
TITUS. One of Lord Timon's men.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to
come forth?
FLAMINIUS. No, indeed, he is not.
TITUS. We attend his
lordship; pray
signify so much.
FLAMINIUS. I need not tell him that; he knows you are to diligent.
Exit
Enter FLAVIUS, in a cloak, muffled
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ha! Is not that his
steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.
TITUS. Do you hear, sir?
SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT. By your leave, sir.
FLAVIUS. What do ye ask of me, my friend?
TITUS. We wait for certain money here, sir.
FLAVIUS. Ay,
If money were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills
When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile, and fawn upon his debts,
And take down th' int'rest into their glutt'nous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
Let me pass quietly.
Believe't, my lord and I have made an end:
I have no more to
reckon, he to spend.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, but this answer will not serve.
FLAVIUS. If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you,