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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
Timon of Athens
Act II. Scene II.
The Same.  A Hall in TIMON’S House.
Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand.
  Flav.  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        5
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.        10
Fie, fie, fie, fie!
Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of ISIDORE and VARRO.
  Caph.        Good even, Varro. What!
You come for money?
  Var. Serv.        Is ’t not your business too?        15
  Caph.  It is: and yours too, Isidore?
  Isid. Serv.        It is so.
  Caph.  Would we were all discharg’d!
  Var. Serv.        I fear it.
  Caph.  Here comes the lord!        20
Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c.
  Tim.  So soon as dinner’s done, we’ll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?
  Caph.  My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
  Tim.  Dues! Whence are you?        25
  Caph.        Of Athens here, my lord.
  Tim.  Go to my steward.
  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        30
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 prithee, but repair to me next morning.        35
  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.        40
  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.        45
  Tim.  Give me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
I’ll wait upon you instantly.  [Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords.
[To FLAVIUS.]  Come hither: pray you,
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter’d        50
With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?
  Flav.        Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:        55
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.
  Tim.        Do so, my friends.
See them well entertained.  [Exit.        60
  Flav.        Pray, draw near.  [Exit.
Enter APEMANTUS and Fool.
  Caph.  Stay, stay; here comes the fool with Apemantus: let’s ha’ some sport with ’em.
  Var. Serv.  Hang him, he’ll abuse us.
  Isid. Serv.  A plague upon him, dog!        65
  Var. Serv.  How dost, fool?
  Apem.  Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
  Var. Serv.  I speak not to thee.
  Apem.  No; ’tis to thyself.  [To the Fool.]  Come away.
  Isid. Serv.  [To VAR. Serv.]  There’s the fool hangs on your back already.        70
  Apem.  No, thou stand’st single; thou’rt not on him yet.
  Caph.  Where’s the fool now?
  Apem.  He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and usurers’ men! bawds between gold and want!
  All Serv.  What are we, Apemantus?
  Apem.  Asses.        75
  All Serv.  Why?
  Apem.  That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to ’em, fool.
  Fool.  How do you, gentlemen?
  All Serv.  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!        80
  Apem.  Good! gramercy.
Enter Page.
  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?
  Apem.  Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.        85
  Page  Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters: I know not which is which.
  Apem.  Canst not read?
  Page.  No.
  Apem.  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’lt die a bawd.
  Page.  Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog’s death. Answer not; I am gone.  [Exit Page.        90
  Apem.  E’en so thou outrunn’st grace.—Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon’s.
  Fool.  Will you leave me there?
  Apem.  If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers?
  All Serv.  Ay; would they served us!
  Apem.  So would I, as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.        95
  Fool.  Are you three usurers’ men?
  All Serv.  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?
  Var. Serv.  I could render one.
  Apem.  Do it, then, that we may account thee a whoremaster and a knave; which, notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed.        100
  Var. Serv.  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 more 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.
  Var. Serv.  Thou art not altogether a fool.
  Fool.  Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackest.
  Apem.  That answer might have become Apemantus.        105
  All Serv.  Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.
Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.
  Apem.  Come with me, fool, come.
  Fool.  I do not always follow lover, elder brother and woman; sometimes the philosopher.  [Exeunt APEMANTUS and Fool.
  Flav.  Pray you, walk near: I’ll speak with you anon.  [Exeunt Servants.        110
  Tim.  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?
  Flav.        You would not hear me,        115
At many leisures I propos’d.
  Tim.        Go to:
Perchance some single vantages you took,
When my indisposition put you back;
And that unaptness made your minister,        120
Thus to excuse yourself.
  Flav.        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.        125
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 checks, when I have        130
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.        135
  Tim.        Let all my land be sold.
  Flav.  ’Tis all engag’d, 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        140
How goes our reckoning?
  Tim.  To Lacedæmon did my land extend.
  Flav.  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!        145
  Tim.        You tell me true.
  Flav.  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        150
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blaz’d with lights and bray’d with minstrelsy,
I have retir’d me to a wasteful cock,
And set mine eyes at flow.        155
  Tim.        Prithee, no more.
  Flav.  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 Lord Timon’s?        160
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.        165
  Tim.        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;        170
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.
  Flav.        Assurance bless your thoughts!        175
  Tim.  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!        180
Enter FLAMINIUS, SERVILIUS, and other Servants.
  Serv.  My lord! my lord!
  Tim.  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 them toward a supply of money: let the request be fifty talents.
  Flam.  As you have said, my lord.
  Flav.  [Aside.]  Lord Lucius, and Lucullus? hum!        185
  Tim.  [To another Servant.]  Go you, sir, to the senators,—
Of whom, even to the state’s best health, I have
Deserv’d this hearing,—bid ’em send o’ the instant
A thousand talents to me.
  Flav.        I have been bold,—        190
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.
  Tim.        Is ’t true? can’t be?        195
  Flav.  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        200
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.        205
  Tim.        You gods, reward them!
Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary;
Their blood is cak’d, ’tis cold, it seldom flows;
’Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;        210
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion’d for the journey, dull and heavy.
[To a Servant.]  Go to Ventidius.—[To FLAVIUS.]  Prithee, be not sad,
Thou art true and honest; ingenuously I speak,
No blame belongs to thee.—[To Servant.]  Ventidius lately        215
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        220
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember’d
With those five talents.  [Exit Servant.]  [To FLAVIUS.]  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.
  Flav.  I would I could not think it: that thought is bounty’s foe;        225
Being free itself, it thinks all others so.  [Exeunt.

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