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THE SAME. A ROOM IN SEMPRONIUS'S HOUSE.
Enter Sempronius, and a Servant of Timon's. Sem. Must he needs trouble me in't? Humph!
'Bove all others? He might have tried lord Lucius, or Lucullus; And now Ventidius is wealthy too, Whom he redeem'd from prison: All these three Owe their estates unto him. Serv.
O my lord, They have all been touchd, and found base metal;
for They have all deny'd him? Sem.
How! have they deny'd him? Has Ventidius and Lucullus deny'd him? And does he send to me? Three? humph!It shows but little love or judgment in him. Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like phy
sicians, Thrive, give him over; Must I take the cure upon
He has much disgrac'd me in’t; I am angry at him, That might have known my place: I see no sense
An argument of laughter to the rest,
return, And with their faint reply this answer join; Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin.
[Exit. Serv. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politick; he cross'd himself by't: and I cannot think, but, in the end, the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul? takes virtuous copies to be wicked; like those that, under hot ardent zeal, would set whole realms on fire.. Of such a nature is his politick love. This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled, Save the gods only: Now his friends are dead, Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd Now to guard sure their master. And this is all a liberal course allows; Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house.
THE SAME. A HALL IN TIMON'S HOUSE.
Enter two servants of Varro, and the servant of Lu
cius, meeting Titus, Hortensius, and other servants
Ay, and, I think,
Tit. So is theirs and ours.
Phi. Good day at once.
Welcome, good brother.
Labouring for nine. Luc. Serv. So much? Phi.
Is not my lord seen yet? Luc. Serv.
Not yet. Phi. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at
seven. Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter
You must consider, that a prodigal course
Phi. I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange event. Your lord sends now for money. Hor.
. Most true, he does. Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for money.
Hor. It is against my heart.
Luc. Serv. Mark, how strange it shows, Timon in this should pay more than he owes: And e’en as if your lord should wear rich jewels, And send for money for 'em. Hor. I am weary of this charge, the gods can
witness: I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth. i Var. Serv. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns:
What's yours? Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine. i Var. Serv. 'Tis much deep: and it should seen
by the sum, Your master's confidence was above mine; Else, surely, his had equall’d.
Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word: 'Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?
Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
Tit. We attend his lordship; ’pray, signify so much.
Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent.
Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled.
Tit. Do you hear, sir?
fawn Upon his debts, and take down th' interest Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but
Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve.
If 'twill not, 'Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves.