1121Tit. The like to you kinde Varro.

1122Hort. Lucius, what do we meet together?

1123Luci. I, and I think one businesse do's command vs all.

1124For mine is money.

1125Tit. So is theirs, and ours.

1127Luci. And sir Philotus too.

1128Phil. Good day at once.

1129Luci. Welcome good Brother.

1130What do you thinke the houre?

1131Phil. Labouring for Nine.

1132Luci. So much?

1133Phil. Is not my Lord seene yet?

1134Luci. Not yet.

1135Phil. I wonder on't, he was wont to shine at seauen.

1136Luci. I, but the dayes are waxt shorter with him:

1137You must consider, that a Prodigall course

1138Is like the Sunnes, but not like his recouerable, I feare:

1139'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse, that is: One

1140may reach deepe enough, and yet finde little.

1141Phil. I am of your feare, for that.

1142Tit. Ile shew you how t'obserue a strange euent:

1143Your Lord sends now for Money?

1144Hort. Most true, he doe's.

1145Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift,

1146For which I waite for money.

1147Hort. It is against my heart.

1148Luci. Marke how strange it showes,

1149Timon in this, should pay more then he owes:

1150And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels,

1151And send for money for 'em.

1152Hort. I'me weary of this Charge,

1153The Gods can witnesse:

1154I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth,

1155And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth.

1156Varro. Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes:

1157What's yours?

1158Luci. Fiue thousand mine.

1159Varro. 'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th'sum

1160Your Masters confidence was aboue mine,

1161Else surely his had equall'd.

1163Tit. One of Lord Timons men.

1164Luc. Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie

1165to come forth?

1166Flam. No, indeed he is not.

1167Tit. We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much.

1168Flam. I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too (diligent.

1170Luci. Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so?

1171He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him.

1172Tit. Do you heare, sir?

11732.Varro. By your leaue, sir.

1174Stew. What do ye aske of me, my Friend.

1175Tit. We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.

1176Stew. I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting,

1177'Twere sure enough.

1178Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes

1179When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?

1180Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts,

1181And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes.

1182You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp,

1183Let me passe quietly:

1184Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,

1185I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.

1186Luci. I, but this answer will not serue.

1187Stew. If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you,

1188For you serue Knaues.

11891.Varro. How? What does his casheer'd Worship

1190mutter?

11912.Varro. No matter what, hee's poore, and that's re-

1192uenge enough. Who can speake broader, then hee that

1193has no house to put his head in? Such may rayle against

1194great buildings.

1196Tit. Oh heere's Seruilius: now wee shall know some

1197answere.

1198Seru. If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repayre

1199some other houre, I should deriue much from't. For tak't

1200of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent:

1201His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's much out

1202of health, and keepes his Chamber.

1203Luci. Many do keepe their Chambers, are not sicke:

1204And if it be so farre beyond his health,

1205Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts,

1206And make a cleere way to the Gods.

1207Seruil. Good Gods.

1208Titus. We cannot take this for answer, sir.

1209Flaminius within. Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord.

1211Tim. What, are my dores oppos'd against my passage?

1212Haue I bin euer free, and must my house

1213Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole?

1214The place which I haue Feasted, does it now

1215(Like all Mankinde) shew me an Iron heart?

1216Luci. Put in now Titus.

1217Tit. My Lord, heere is my Bill.

1218Luci. Here's mine.

12191.Var. And mine, my Lord.

12202.Var. And ours, my Lord.

1221Philo. All our Billes.

1222Tim. Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the

1223Girdle.

1224Luc. Alas, my Lord.

1225Tim. Cut my heart in summes.

1226Tit. Mine, fifty Talents.

1227Tim. Tell out my blood.

1228Luc. Fiue thousand Crownes, my Lord.

1229Tim. Fiue thousand drops payes that.

1230What yours? and yours?

12311.Var. My Lord.

12322.Var. My Lord.

1233Tim. Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you.

1235Hort. Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their

1236caps at their money, these debts may well be call'd despe-

1237rate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Exeunt.

1239Timon. They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the

1240slaues. Creditors? Diuels.

1241Stew. My deere Lord.

1242Tim. What if it should be so?

1243Stew. My Lord.

1244Tim. Ile haue it so. My Steward?

1245Stew. Heere my Lord.

1246Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe,

1247Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All,

1248Ile once more feast the Rascals.

1249Stew. O my Lord, you onely speake from your distra-

1250cted soule; there's not so much left to, furnish out a mo-

1251derate Table.