616Sen. And late fiue thousand: to Varro and to Isidore

617He owes nine thousand, besides my former summe,

618Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motion

619Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.

620If I want Gold, steale but a beggers Dogge,

621And giue it Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold.

622If I would sell my Horse, and buy twenty moe

623Better then he; why giue my Horse to Timon.

624Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me straight

625And able Horses: No Porter at his gate,

626But rather one that smiles, and still inuites

627All that passe by. It cannot hold, no reason

628Can sound his state in safety. Caphis hoa,

629Caphis I say.

631Ca. Heere sir, what is your pleasure.

632Sen. Get on your cloake, & hast you to Lord Timon,

633Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceast

634With slight deniall; nor then silenc'd, when

635Commend me to your Master, and the Cap

636Playes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,

637My Vses cry to me; I must serue my turne

638Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,

639And my reliances on his fracted dates

640Haue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,

641But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.

642Immediate are my needs, and my releefe

643Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words,

644But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,

645Put on a most importunate aspect,

646A visage of demand: for I do feare

647When euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,

648Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

649Which flashes now a Phoenix, get you gone.

650Ca. I go sir.

651Sen. I go sir?

652Take the Bonds along with you,

653And haue the dates in. Come.

654Ca. I will Sir.

655Sen. Go. Exeunt