For every word; he is so kind, that he now
Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books.
Well, 'would I were gently put out of office,
Before I were forc'd out!

Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
Than such as do even enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.

[Exit.

Tim, You do yourselves Much wrong, you bate too much your own merits: Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.

3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty!

Tim, And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser

I rode on it is yours, because you lik'd it.

2 Lord. I beseech you pardon me, my lord, in that.

Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know,

no man

Can justly praise, but what he does affect:

I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.

All Lords.

None so welcome.

Tim. I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;

Methinks, I could deal* kingdoms to my friends, And ne'er be weary.-Alcibiades,

Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich,

It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Alcib.

Ay, defiled land, my lord. 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, Tim.

Am I to you.

2 Lord.

So infinitely endear'd,——

And so

* i. e. Could dispense them on every side with an ungrudging distribution, like that with which I could deal out cards.

Tim. All to you*.-Lights, more lights.
1 Lord.

The best of happiness, Honour, and fortunes, keep with you lord Timon! Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, &c.

Apem. What a coil's here! Serving of becks †, and jutting out of bums! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs: Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies. Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee.

Apem.
No, I'll nothing: for,
If should be brib'd too, there would be none left
To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st sin the
faster.

Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou
Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly:

What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories?

Tim.

Nay,

An you begin to rail on society once,
I am sworn, not to give regard to you.
Farewell; and come with better musick. [Exit.
Apem.
So ;-

Thou'lt not hear me now,-thou shalt not then, I'll

lock

Thy heaven § from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

i. e. All happiness to you.

+ Offering salutations.

i. e. Be ruined by his securities entered into.

[Exit.

§ By his heaven he means good advice; the only thing by which he could be saved.

ACT II.

SCENE I. The same. A room in a Senator's

house.

Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand.

Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to
Isidore

He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion
Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold:
If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,
And able horses: No porter at his gate;
But rather one that smiles, and still invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I say!

Caph.

Enter Caphis.

Here, sir; What is your pleasure? Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord

Timon;

Impórtune him for my moneys; be not ceas'd*
With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when-
Commend me to your master-and the cap

Plays in the right hand, thus:-but tell him, sirrah,
My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger:
Immediate are my needs; and my relief

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

* Stopped.

But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a most importunate aspéct,

A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.
Caph. I go, sir.

Sen. I go, sir?-take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt.

Caph.
Sen.

I will, sir.

Go.

[Exeunt.

The same.

SCENE II.

A hall in Timon's house.

Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand.

Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expence, That he will neither know how to maintain it, Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account How things go from him; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue; Never mind

Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.

What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel : I must be round with him now he comes from hunting.

Fye, fye, fye, fye!

Enter Caphis, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro.

Caph.

You come for money?
Var. Serv.

Good even*, Varro: What,

Is't not your business too?

Caph. It is;-And yours too, Isidore?
Isid. Serv.

Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Var. Serv.

Caph. Here comes the lord.

It is so.

I fear it.

* Good even was the usual salutation from noon.

Enter Timon, Alcibiades, and Lords, &c. Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again*, My Alcibiades.-With me? What's your will? Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. Tim. Dues? Whence are you?

Caph.

Tim. Go to my steward.

Of Athens here, my lord.

Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month:
My master is awak'd by great occasion,

To call upon his own; and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.

Tim.
Mine honest friend,
I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.
Caph. Nay, good my lord.

Tim.

Contain thyself, good friend. Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord,Isid. Serv. From Isidore; He humbly prays your speedy payment,-Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's

wants,

Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks,

And past,

Isid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord; And I am sent expressly to your lordship.

Tim. Give me breath:

I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;

[Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords. I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, pray

you

[To Flavius.

How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?

Flav.

Please you, gentlemen,

ti. e. To bunting; in our author's time it was the custom to hunt as well after dinner as before.