Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)
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Timon of Athens.
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¶Tim. Nay, and you begin to raile on Societie once, I
¶am sworne not to giue regard to you. Farewell, & come
610with better Musicke.
Exit
¶not then. Ile locke thy heauen from thee:
¶Oh that mens eares should be
¶To Counsell deafe, but not to Flatterie.
Exit
615
Enter a Senator.
¶Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motion
¶Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.
620If I want Gold, steale but a beggers Dogge,
¶And giue it Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold.
¶Better then he; why giue my Horse to Timon.
625And able Horses: No Porter at his gate,
¶Caphis I say.
630
Enter Caphis.
¶Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceast
635Commend me to your Master, and the Cap
¶Playes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
¶Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,
¶And my reliances on his fracted dates
640Haue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,
¶But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.
¶Immediate are my needs, and my releefe
¶But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,
¶A visage of demand: for I do feare
¶When euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,
¶Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
¶Which flashes now a Phoenix, get you gone.
¶Take the Bonds along with you,
¶And haue the dates in. Come.
¶Ca. I will Sir.
¶
Enter Steward, with many billes in his hand.
¶That he will neither know how to maintaine it,
¶Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt
660How things go from him, nor resume no care
¶Of what is to continue: neuer minde,
¶What shall be done, he will not heare, till feele:
¶I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
665Fye, fie, fie, fie.
¶
Enter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro.
¶Cap. Good euen Varro: what, you come for money?
¶Var. I feare it,
¶Cap. Heere comes the Lord.
¶
Enter Timon, and his Traine.
¶My Alcibiades. With me, what is your will?
¶Cap. My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues.
¶Tim. Dues? whence are you?
¶Cap. Of Athens heere, my Lord.
680Tim. Go to my Steward.
¶To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,
685That with your other Noble parts, you'l suite,
¶In giuing him his right.
¶I prythee but repaire to me next morning.
¶Cap. Nay, good my Lord.
¶ment.
¶and past.
¶Isi. Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I
¶Tim. Giue me breath:
700I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on,
¶Ile waite vpon you instantly. 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 since due debts
705Against my Honor?
¶Your importunacie cease, till after dinner,
710Wherefore you are not paid.
¶
Enter Apemantus and Foole.
¶Isid. A plague vpon him dogge.
¶Isi. There's the Foole hangs on your backe already.
¶Cap. Where's the Foole now?
¶Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.
¶Al. What are we Apemantus?
¶All. Why?
¶your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.
¶Foole. How do you Gentlemen?
¶All. Gramercies good Foole:
¶How does your Mistris?
Foole.
