735Foole. She's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chic-

736kens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth.

737Ape. Good, Gramercy.

739Foole. Looke you, heere comes my Masters Page.

740Page. Why how now Captaine? what do you in this

741wise Company.

742How dost thou Apermantus?

743Ape. Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might

744answer thee profitably.

745Boy. Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscripti-

746on of these Letters, I know not which is which.

747Ape. Canst not read?

748Page. No.

749Ape. There will litle Learning dye then that day thou

750art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go

751thou was't borne a Bastard, and thou't dye a Bawd.

752Page. Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou shalt

753famish a Dogges death.

754Answer not, I am gone. Exit

755Ape. E'ne so thou out-runst Grace,

756Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons.

757Foole. Will you leaue me there?

758Ape. If Timon stay at home.

759You three serue three Vsurers?

760All. I would they seru'd vs.

761Ape. So would I:

762As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe.

763Foole. Are you three Vsurers men?

764All. I Foole.

765Foole. I thinke no Vsurer, but ha's a Foole to his Ser-

766uant. My Mistris is one, and I am her Foole: when men

767come to borrow of your Masters, they approach sadly,

768and go away merry: but they enter my Masters house

769merrily, and go away sadly. The reason of this?

770Var. I could render one.

771Ap. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore-

772master, and a Knaue, which notwithstanding thou shalt

773be no lesse esteemed.

774Varro. What is a Whoremaster Foole?

775Foole. A Foole in good cloathes, and something like

776thee. 'Tis a spirit, sometime t'appeares like a Lord, som-

777time like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with

778two stones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often

779like a Knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes

780vp and downe in, from fourescore to thirteen, this spirit

781walkes in.

782Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole.

783Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wise man,

784As much foolerie as I haue, so much wit thou lack'st.

785Ape. That answer might haue become Apemantus.

786All. Aside, aside, heere comes Lord Timon.

788Ape. Come with me (Foole) come.

789Foole. I do not alwayes follow Louer, elder Brother,

790aad Woman, sometime the Philosopher.

791Stew. Pray you walke neere,

792Ile speake with you anon. Exeunt.

793Tim. You make me meruell wherefore ere this time

794Had you not fully laide my state before me,

795That I might so haue rated my expence

796As I had leaue of meanes.

797Stew. You would not heare me:

798At many leysures I propose.

799Tim. Go too:

800Perchance some single vantages you tooke,

801When my indisposition put you backe,

802And that vnaptnesse made your minister

803Thus to excuse your selfe.

804Stew. O my good Lord,

805At many times I brought in my accompts,

806Laid them before you, you would throw them off,

807And say you sound them in mine honestie,

808When for some trifling present you haue bid me

809Returne so much, I haue shooke my head, and wept:

810Yea 'gainst th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you

811To hold your hand more close: I did indure

812Not sildome, nor no slight checkes, when I haue

813Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate,

814And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lord,

815Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time,

816The greatest of your hauing, lackes a halfe,

817To pay your present debts.

818Tim. Let all my Land be sold.

819Stew. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeyted and gone,

820And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth

821Of present dues; the future comes apace:

822What shall defend the interim, and at length

823How goes our reck'ning?

824Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend.

825Stew. O my good Lord, the world is but a word,

826Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,

827How quickely were it gone.

828Tim. You tell me true.

829Stew. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood,

830Call me before th'exactest Auditors,

831And set me on the proofe. So the Gods blesse me,

832When all our Offices haue beene opprest

833With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept

834With drunken spilth of Wine; when euery roome

835Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,

836I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke,

837And set mine eyes at flow.

838Tim. Prythee no more.

839Stew. Heauens haue I said the bounty of this Lord:

840How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants

841This night englutted: who is not Timons,

842What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is L. Timons:

843Great Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royall Timon:

844Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praise,

845The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made:

846Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showres,

847These flyes are coucht.

848Tim. Come sermon me no further.

849No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart;

850Vnwisely, not ignobly haue I giuen.

851Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke,

852To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart,

853If I would broach the vessels of my loue,

854And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,

855Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse

856As I can bid thee speake.

857Ste. Assurance blesse your thoughts.

858Tim And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd,

859That I account them blessings. For by these

860Shall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue

861How you mistake my Fortunes:

862I am wealthie in my Friends.

863Within there, Flauius, Seruilius?