Enter Senator, with papers in his hand
Senator 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!
Caphis Here, sir; what is your pleasure?
Senator Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon;
Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased
With slight denial, nor then silenced when —
‘Commend me to your master’— and the cap
Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
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,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a most importunate aspect,
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.
Caphis I go, sir.
Senator ‘I go, sir!’— Take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in contempt.
Caphis I will, sir.
Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand
Flavius No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,
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.
Fie, fie, fie, fie!
Enter Caphis, and the Servants of Isidore and Varro
Caphis Good even, Varro: what,
You come for money?
Varro’s Servant Is’t not your business too?
Caphis It is: and yours too, Isidore?
Isidore’s Servant It is so.
Caphis Would we were all discharged!
Varro’s Servant I fear it.
Caphis Here comes the lord.
Enter Timon, Alcibiades, and Lords, & c
Timon So soon as dinner’s done, we’ll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?
Caphis My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Timon Dues! Whence are you?
Caphis Of Athens here, my lord.
Timon Go to my steward.
Caphis Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month:
My master is awaked 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.
Timon Mine honest friend,
I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
Caphis Nay, good my lord —
Timon Contain thyself, good friend.
Varro’s Servant One Varro’s servant, my good lord —
Isidore’s Servant From Isidore;
He humbly prays your speedy payment.
Caphis If you did know, my lord, my master’s wants —
Varro’s Servant ’Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past.
Isidore’s Servant Your steward puts me off, my lord;
And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Timon Give me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
I’ll wait upon you instantly.
Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords
Come hither: pray you,
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter’d
With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?
Flavius Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.
Timon Do so, my friends. See them well entertain’d.
Flavius Pray, draw near.
Enter Apemantus and Fool
Caphis Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus: let’s ha’ some sport with ’em. Varro’s Servant Hang him, he’ll abuse us. Isidore’s Servant A plague upon him, dog! Varro’s Servant How dost, fool?
Apemantus Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
Varro’s Servant I speak not to thee.
Apemantus No,’tis to thyself.
To the Fool
Isidore’s Servant There’s the fool hangs on your back already.
Apemantus No, thou stand’st single, thou’rt not on him yet.
Caphis Where’s the fool now?
Apemantus He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and usurers’ men! bawds between gold and want!
All Servants What are we, Apemantus?
All Servants Why?
Apemantus That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to ’em, fool.
Fool How do you, gentlemen?
All Servants Gramercies, good fool: how does your mistress?
Fool She’s e’en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
Apemantus Good! gramercy.
Fool Look you, here comes my mistress’ page.
Page [To the Fool] Why, how now, captain! what do you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?
Apemantus Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
Page Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters: I know not which is which.
Apemantus Canst not read?
Apemantus There will little learning die then, that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to Alcibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou’t die a bawd.
Page Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog’s death. Answer not; I am gone.
Apemantus E’en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon’s.
Fool Will you leave me there?
Apemantus If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?
All Servants Ay; would they served us!
Apemantus So would I— as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
Fool Are you three usurers’ men?
All Servants Ay, fool.
Fool I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant: my mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly, and go away merry; but they enter my mistress’ house merrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this? Varro’s Servant I could render one.
Apemantus Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave; which not-withstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed. Varro’s Servant What is a whoremaster, fool?
Fool A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. ’Tis a spirit: sometime’t appears like a lord; sometime like a lawyer; sometime like a philosopher, with two stones moe than’s artificial one: he is very often like a knight; and, generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in. Varro’s Servant Thou art not altogether a fool.
Fool Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as
I have, so much wit thou lackest.
Apemantus That answer might have become Apemantus.
All Servants Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.
Re-enter Timon and Flavius
Apemantus Come with me, fool, come.
Fool I do not always follow lover, elder brother and woman; sometime the philosopher.
Exeunt Apemantus and Fool
Flavius Pray you, walk near: I’ll speak with you anon.
Timon You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
Had you not fully laid my state before me,
That I might so have rated my expense,
As I had leave of means?
Flavius You would not hear me,
At many leisures I proposed.
Timon Go to:
Perchance some single vantages you took.
When my indispos ition put you back:
And that unaptness made your minister,
Thus to excuse yourself.
Flavius O my good lord,
At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
And say, you found them in mine honesty.
When, for some trifling present, you have bid me
Return so much, I have shook my head and wept;
Yea, ’gainst the authority of manners, pray’d you
To hold your hand more close: I did endure
Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have
Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
And your great flow of debts. My loved lord,
Though you hear now, too late — yet now’s a time —
The greatest of your having lacks a half
To pay your present debts.
Timon Let all my land be sold.
Flavius ’Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone;
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues: the future comes apace:
What shall defend the interim? and at length
How goes our reckoning?
Timon To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
Flavius O my good lord, the world is but a word:
Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone!
Timon You tell me true.
Flavius If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,
Call me before the exactest auditors
And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppress’d
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blazed with lights and bray’d with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock,
And set mine eyes at flow.
Timon Prithee, no more.
Flavius Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
This night englutted! Who is not Timon’s?
What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couch’d.
Timon Come, sermon me no further:
No villanous bounty yet hath pass’d my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
If I would broach the vessels of my love,
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
Men and men’s fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.
Flavius Assurance bless your thoughts!
Timon And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown’d,
That I account them blessings; for by these
Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you
Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other Servants
Servants My lord? my lord?
Timon I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius; to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour to-day: you, to Sempronius: commend me to their loves, and, I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use ’em toward a supply of money: let the request be fifty talents.
Flaminius As you have said, my lord.
Flavius [Aside] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum!
Timon Go you, sir, to the senators —
Of whom, even to the state’s best health, I have
Deserved this hearing — bid ’em send o’ the instant
A thousand talents to me.
Flavius I have been bold —
For that I knew it the most general way —
To them to use your signet and your name;
But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in return.
Timon Is’t true? can’t be?
Flavius They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
Do what they would; are sorry — you are honourable —
But yet they could have wish’d — they know not —
Something hath been amiss — a noble nature
May catch a wrench — would all were well —’tis pity; —
And so, intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
They froze me into silence.
Timon You gods, reward them!
Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
Their blood is caked, ’tis cold, it seldom flows;
’Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion’d for the journey, dull and heavy.
To a Servant
Go to Ventidius.
Prithee, be not sad,
Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
No blame belongs to thee.
Buried his father; by whose death he’s stepp’d
Into a great estate: when he was poor,
Imprison’d and in scarcity of friends,
I clear’d him with five talents: greet him from me;
Bid him suppose some good necessity
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember’d
With those five talents.
That had, give’t these fellows
To whom ’tis instant due. Ne’er speak, or think,
That Timon’s fortunes ’mong his friends can sink.
Flavius I would I could not think it: that thought is bounty’s foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
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