Tim. Prythee no more
Stew. Heauens, haue I said, the bounty of this Lord: How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants This night englutted: who is not Timons, What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is L[ord]. Timons: Great Timon, n.o.ble, Worthy, Royall Timon: Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made: Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showres, These flyes are coucht
Tim. Come sermon me no further.
No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart; Vnwisely, not ign.o.bly haue I giuen.
Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke, To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart, If I would broach the vessels of my loue, And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing, Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse As I can bid thee speake
Ste. a.s.surance blesse your thoughts
Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown"d, That I account them blessings. For by these Shall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue How you mistake my Fortunes: I am wealthie in my Friends.
Within there, Flauius, Seruilius?
Enter three Seruants.
Ser. My Lord, my Lord
Tim. I will dispatch you seuerally.
You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his Honor to day; you to Semp.r.o.nius; commend me to their loues; and I am proud say, that my occasions haue found time to vse "em toward a supply of mony: let the request be fifty Talents
Flam. As you haue said, my Lord
Stew. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh
Tim. Go you sir to the Senators; Of whom, euen to the States best health; I haue Deseru"d this Hearing: bid "em send o"th" instant A thousand Talents to me
Ste. I haue beene bold (For that I knew it the most generall way) To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name, But they do shake their heads, and I am heere No richer in returne
Tim. Is"t true? Can"t be?
Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice, That now they are at fall, want Treasure cannot Do what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable, But yet they could haue wisht, they know not, Something hath beene amisse; a n.o.ble Nature May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty, And so intending other serious matters, After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions With certaine halfe-caps, and cold mouing nods, They froze me into Silence
Tim. You G.o.ds reward them: Prythee man looke cheerely. These old Fellowes Haue their ingrat.i.tude in them Hereditary: Their blood is cak"d, "tis cold, it sildome flowes, "Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde; And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth, Is fashion"d for the iourney, dull and heauy.
Go to Ventiddius (prythee be not sad, Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speake, No blame belongs to thee:) Ventiddius lately Buried his Father, by whose death hee"s stepp"d Into a great estate: When he was poore, Imprison"d, and in scarsitie of Friends, I cleer"d him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me, Bid him suppose, some good necessity Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred With those fiue Talents; that had, giue"t these Fellowes To whom "tis instant due. Neu"r speake, or thinke, That Timons fortunes "mong his Friends can sinke
Stew. I would I could not thinke it: That thought is Bounties Foe; Being free it selfe, it thinkes all others so.
Exeunt.
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
Flam. I thanke you Sir.
Enter Lucullus.
Ser. Heere"s my Lord
Luc. One of Lord Timons men? A Guift I warrant.
Why this. .h.i.ts right: I dreampt of a Siluer Bason & Ewre to night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are verie respectiuely welcome sir. Fill me some Wine. And how does that Honourable, Compleate, Free-hearted Gentleman of Athens, thy very bountifull good Lord and Mayster?
Flam. 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 supply: who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie Talents, hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him: nothing doubting your present a.s.sistance therein
Luc. La, la, la, la: Nothing doubting sayes hee? Alas good Lord, a n.o.ble Gentleman "tis, if he would not keep so 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 embrace no counsell, take no warning by my comming, euery man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha told him on"t, but 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
Flam. 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 sirrah.
Draw neerer honest Flaminius. Thy Lords a bountifull 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 Boy winke at me, and say thou saw"st mee not. Fare thee well
Flam. Is"t possible the world should so much differ, And we aliue that liued? Fly d.a.m.ned basenesse To him that worships thee
Luc. Ha? Now I see thou art a Foole, and fit for thy Master.
Exit L[ucullus].
Flam. May these adde to the number y may scald thee: Let moulten Coine be thy d.a.m.nation, Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe: Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart, It turnes in lesse then two nights? O you G.o.ds!
I feele my Masters pa.s.sion. This Slaue vnto his Honor, Has my Lords meate in him: Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment, When 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.
Enter.
Enter Lucius, with three strangers.
Luc. Who the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend and an Honourable Gentleman
1 We know him for no lesse, thogh we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing my Lord, and which I heare from common rumours, now Lord Timons happie howres are done and past, and his estate shrinkes from him
Lucius. Fye no, doe not beleeue it: hee cannot want for money
2 But beleeue you this my Lord, that not long agoe, one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus, to borrow so many Talents, nay vrg"d extreamly for"t, and shewed what necessity belong"d too"t, and yet was deny"de
Luci. How?
2 I tell you, deny"de my Lord
Luci. What a strange case was that? Now before the G.o.ds I am asham"d on"t. Denied that honourable man?
There was verie little Honour shew"d in"t. For my owne part, I must needes confesse, I haue receyued some small kindnesses from him, as Money, Plate, Iewels, and such like Trifles; nothing comparing to his: yet had hee mistooke him, and sent to me, I should ne"re haue denied his Occasion so many Talents.
Enter Seruilius.
Seruil. See, by good hap yonders my Lord, I haue swet to see his Honor. My Honor"d Lord
Lucil. Seruilius? You are kindely met sir. Farthewell, commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord, my very exquisite Friend
Seruil. May it please your Honour, my Lord hath sent- Luci. Ha? what ha"s he sent? I am so much endeered to that Lord; hee"s euer sending: how shall I thank him think"st thou? And what has he sent now?