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Author: William Shakespeare
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Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)

Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master,
enters a seruant to him.
Ser. I haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down
to you.
920Flam. I thanke you Sir.
Enter Lucullus.
Ser. Heere's my Lord.
Luc. One of Lord Timons men? A Guift I warrant.
Why this hits right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason & Ewre
925to night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are verie re-
spectiuely welcome sir. Fill me some Wine. And how
does that Honourable, Compleate, Free-hearted Gentle-
man of Athens, thy very bouutifull good Lord and May-
930Flam. His health is well sir.
Luc. I am right glad that his health is well sir: and
what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake, pretty Flaminius?
Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which in
my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to sup-
935ply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie
Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him: no-
thing doubting your present assistance therein.
Luc. La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee? Alas
good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep
940so good a house. Many a time and often I ha din'd with
him, and told him on't, and come againe to supper to him
of purpose, to haue him spend lesse, and yet he wold em-
brace no counsell, take no warning by my comming, eue-
ry man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him on't,
945but I could nere get him from't.
Enter Seruant with Wine.
Ser. Please your Lordship, heere is the Wine.
Luc. Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wise.
Heere's to thee.
950Flam. Your Lordship speakes your pleasure.
Luc. I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie
prompt spirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes
what belongs to reason; and canst vse the time wel, if the
time vse thee well. Good parts in thee; get you gone sir-
955rah. Draw neerer honest Flaminius. Thy Lords a boun-
tifull Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou know'st
well enough (although thou com'st to me) that this is no
time to lend money, especially vpon bare friendshippe
without securitie. Here's three Solidares for thee, good
960 Boy winke at me, and say thou saw'st mee not. Fare thee
Flam. Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we aliue that liued? Fly damned basenesse
To him that worships thee.
965Luc. Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy
Master. Exit L.
Flam May these adde to the number yt may scald thee:
Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:
970Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,
It turnes in lesse then two nights? O you Gods!
I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,
Has my Lords meate in him:
Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,
975When he is turn'd to poyson?
O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:
And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of Nature
Which my Lord payd for, be of any power
To expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower. Exit.