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Var. Serv. How dost, fool ?
[To the Fool. Isid. Serv. (To Var. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.
Apem. No, thou stand'st single, thou art not on
Caph. Where's the fool now.
Apem. He last asked the question.-Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want!
Au Seru. What are we, Apemantus?
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
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.
Page. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters; I know not which is which.
Apem. Canst not read ?
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. Apem. Even so thou out-run'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 serye three usurers ?
All Serv. Ay; 'would they served us !
Apem. So would I,--as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
Fool. Are you three usurers' men?
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. Sero. 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.
Var. Serv. What is a whoremaster, fool?
Fool. A fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit: sometime, it appears like a lord; sometime, like a lawyer; sometime, like a philosopher, with two stones more than his artificial one : He is very often like a knight; and, generally in all shapes, that man goes up and down in, fron 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.
All Sero. 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; sometime, the philosopher.
[Ereunt APEMANTUS and Fool. Flav. 'Pray you, walk near; I'll speak with you anon.
[Exeunt Serv. Tim. You make me marvel : Wherefore, ere this
You would not hear me,
Go to :
Thus to excuse yourself.
O my good lord !
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 checks; when I have Prompted you, in the ebb of your estate, And your great flow of debts. My dear-loy'd 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. 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 How goes our reckoning? Tim. To Lacedæmon did
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 ? 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,
9 He does not mean, so great a sum, but a certain sum. 'i. e. As the world itself may be comprised in a word, you might give it away in a breath.
When all our offices have been oppress'd
Pr’ythee, no more.
Come, sermon me no further:
Assurance bless your thoughts!
2 The apartments allotted to culinary offices, &c. 3 A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste.
4 If I would, (says Timon,) by borrowing try of what men's hearts are composed, what they have in them, &c.