657Stew. No care, no stop, so senselesse of expence,

658That he will neither know how to maintaine it,

659Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt

660How things go from him, nor resume no care

661Of what is to continue: neuer minde,

662Was to be so vnwise, to be so kinde.

663What shall be done, he will not heare, till feele:

664I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.

665Fye, fie, fie, fie.

667Cap. Good euen Varro: what, you come for money?

668Var. Is't not your businesse too?

669Cap. It is, and yours too, Isidore?

670Isid. It is so.

671Cap. Would we were all discharg'd.

672Var. I feare it,

673Cap. Heere comes the Lord.

675Tim. So soone as dinners done, wee'l forth againe

676My Alcibiades. With me, what is your will?

677Cap. My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues.

678Tim. Dues? whence are you?

679Cap. Of Athens heere, my Lord.

680Tim. Go to my Steward.

681Cap. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off

682To the succession of new dayes this moneth:

683My Master is awak'd by great Occasion,

684To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,

685That with your other Noble parts, you'l suite,

686In giuing him his right.

687Tim. Mine honest Friend,

688I prythee but repaire to me next morning.

689Cap. Nay, good my Lord.

690Tim. Containe thy selfe, good Friend.

691Var. One Varroes seruant, my good Lord.

692Isid. From Isidore, he humbly prayes your speedy pay-

693ment.

694Cap. If you did know my Lord, my Masters wants.

695Var. 'Twas due on forfeyture my Lord, sixe weekes,

696and past.

697Isi. Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I

698Am sent expressely to your Lordship.

699Tim. Giue me breath:

700I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on,

701Ile waite vpon you instantly. Come hither: pray you

702How goes the world, that I am thus encountred

703With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds,

704And the detention of long since due debts

705Against my Honor?

706Stew. Please you Gentlemen,

707The time is vnagreeable to this businesse:

708Your importunacie cease, till after dinner,

709That I may make his Lordship vnderstand

710Wherefore you are not paid.

711Tim. Do so my Friends, see them well entertain'd.

712Stew. Pray draw neere. Exit.

714Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the Foole with Apeman-

715tus, let's ha some sport with 'em.

716Var. Hang him, hee'l abuse vs.

717Isid. A plague vpon him dogge.

718Var. How dost Foole?

719Ape. Dost Dialogue with thy shadow?

720Var. I speake not to thee.

721Ape. No 'tis to thy selfe. Come away.

722Isi. There's the Foole hangs on your backe already.

723Ape. No thou stand'st single, th'art not on him yet.

724Cap. Where's the Foole now?

725Ape. He last ask'd the question. Poore Rogues, and

726Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.

727Al. What are we Apemantus?

728Ape. Asses.

729All. Why?

730Ape, That you ask me what you are, & do not know

731your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.

732Foole. How do you Gentlemen?

733All. Gramercies good Foole:

734How does your Mistris?

84Timon of Athens.

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?

Timon of Athens. 85

865Ser. My Lord, my Lord.

866Tim. I will dispatch you seuerally.

867You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted

868with his Honor to day; you to Sempronius; commend me

869to their loues; and I am proud say, that my occasions

870haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony: let

871the request be fifty Talents.

872Flam. As you haue said, my Lord.

873Stew. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh.

874Tim. Go you sir to the Senators;

875Of whom, euen to the States best health; I haue

876Deseru'd this Hearing: bid 'em send o'th'instant

877A thousand Talents to me.

878Ste, I haue beene bold

879(For that I knew it the most generall way)

880To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name,

881But they do shake their heads, and I am heere

882No richer in returne.

883Tim. Is't true? Can't be?

884Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice,

885That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot

886Do what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable,

887But yet they could haue wisht, they know not,

888Something hath beene amisse; a Noble Nature

889May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,

890And so intending other serious matters,

891After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions

892With certaine halfe-caps, and cold mouing nods,

893They froze me into Silence.

894Tim. You Gods reward them:

895Prythee man looke cheerely. These old Fellowes

896Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary:

897Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it sildome flowes,

898'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde;

899And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,

900Is fashion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy.

901Go to Ventiddius (prythee be not sad,

902Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speake,

903No blame belongs to thee:) Ventiddius lately

904Buried his Father, by whose death hee's stepp'd

905Into a great estate: When he was poore,

906Imprison'd, and in scarsitie of Friends,

907I cleer'd him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me,

908Bid him suppose, some good necessity

909Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred

910With those fiue Talents; that had, giue't these Fellowes

911To whom 'tis instant due. Neu'r speake, or thinke,

912That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke.

913Stew. I would I could not thinke it:

914That thought is Bounties Foe;

915Being free it selfe, it thinkes all others so. Exeunt