918Ser. I haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down

919to you.

920Flam. I thanke you Sir.

922Ser. Heere's my Lord.

923Luc. One of Lord Timons men? A Guift I warrant.

924Why this hits right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason & Ewre

925to night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are verie re-

926spectiuely welcome sir. Fill me some Wine. And how

927does that Honourable, Compleate, Free-hearted Gentle-

928man of Athens, thy very bouutifull good Lord and May-

929ster?

930Flam. His health is well sir.

931Luc. I am right glad that his health is well sir: and

932what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake, pretty Flaminius?

933Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which in

934my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to sup-

935ply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie

936Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him: no-

937thing doubting your present assistance therein.

938Luc. La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee? Alas

939good Lord, a Noble Gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep

940so good a house. Many a time and often I ha din'd with

941him, and told him on't, and come againe to supper to him

942of purpose, to haue him spend lesse, and yet he wold em-

943brace no counsell, take no warning by my comming, eue-

944ry man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him on't,

945but I could nere get him from't.

947Ser. Please your Lordship, heere is the Wine.

948Luc. Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wise.

949Heere's to thee.

950Flam. Your Lordship speakes your pleasure.

951Luc. I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie

952prompt spirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes

953what belongs to reason; and canst vse the time wel, if the

954time vse thee well. Good parts in thee; get you gone sir-

955rah. Draw neerer honest Flaminius. Thy Lords a boun-

956tifull Gentleman, but thou art wise, and thou know'st

957well enough (although thou com'st to me) that this is no

958time to lend money, especially vpon bare friendshippe

959without securitie. Here's three Solidares for thee, good

960 Boy winke at me, and say thou saw'st mee not. Fare thee

961well.

962Flam. Is't possible the world should so much differ,

963And we aliue that liued? Fly damned basenesse

964To him that worships thee.

965Luc. Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy

966Master. Exit L.

967Flam May these adde to the number y^t may scald thee:

968Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,

969Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:

970Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,

971It turnes in lesse then two nights? O you Gods!

972I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,

973Has my Lords meate in him:

974Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,

975When he is turn'd to poyson?

976O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:

977And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of Nature

978Which my Lord payd for, be of any power

979To expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower. Exit.