Tim. Ladies, there is an idle Banquet attends you. Please you to difpofe your felves.

All. La. Moft thankfully, my Lord.

Tim. Flavius.

Flav. My Lord.

Tim. The little Casket bring me hither.

Flav. Yes, my Lord. More Jewels yet? There is no croffing him in's humour,

Elfe I fhould tell him-well-i'faith I fhould,
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, and he could:
'Tis pity Bounty has not Eyes behind,

That Man might ne'er be wretched for his Mind.
Luc. Where be our Men?

Ser. Here, my Lord, in readiness.

Lucul. Our Horfes.

Tim. O my good Friends!

[Exeunt.

I have one word to fay to you: Look you, my good Lord,

I must entreat you, honour me fo much,

As to advance this Jewel, accept, and wear it,

Kind my Lord.

Luc. I am fo far already in your Gifts.

All. So are we all.

[Exe. Lucius and Lucullus.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. My Lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to vifit you.

Tim. They are fairly welcome.

Enter Flavius.

Flav. I beseech your Honour, vouchfafe me a word, it does concern you near.

Tim. Near! Why then another time I'll hear thee.
I prethee let's be provided to fhew them entertainment.
Flav. I fcarce know how.

Enter another Servant.

2 Serv. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucius, Out of his free Love, hath prefented to you Four Milk-white Horfes trapt in Silver.

Tim. I fhall accept them fairly: Let the Prefents Be worthily entertain'd.

Enter a third Servant.

How now? What News?

3 Ser. Please you, my Lord, that honourable Gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to morrow, to hunt with him, and h'as fent your Honour two brace of Grey-hounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him;

And let them be received, not without fair Reward.

Flav. What will this come to?

He commands us to provide, and give great Gifts, and all out of an empty Coffer;

Nor will he know his Purfe, or yield me this,

To fhew him what a Beggar his Heart is;

Being of no Power to make his Wishes good,

His Promifes fly fo beyond his State,

That what he fpeaks is all in debt, owes for ev'ry word:
He is fo kind, that he now pays intereft for't;

His Land's put to their Books. Well, would I were
Gently put out of Office, e'er I were forc'd:
Happier is he that has no Friend to feed,
Than fuch that do e'en Enemies exceed,
I bleed inwardly for my Lord.

Tim. You do your felves much wrong,
You bate too much of your own Merits.
Here, my Lord, a trifle of our Love.

1

1 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it.

3 Lord. O ha's the very Soul of Bounty.

[Exit.

Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good words the other day of a Bay Courfer I rode on. 'Tis yours, because you lik'd it.

2 Lord. Oh, I beseech you, pardon me, my Lord, in that.

Tim. You may take my word, my Lord: I know no Man can juftly praife, but what he does affect. I weigh my Friends affection with my own? I'll tell you true, I'll call to you.

All Lords. O none fo welcome.

Tim. I take all, and your several Vifitations
So kind to Heart, 'tis not enough to give,
Methinks I could deal Kingdoms to my Friends,
And ne'er be
weary. Alcibiades,

H 3

Thou

Thou art a Soldier, therefore feldom rich,

It comes in Charity to thee; for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the Lands thou haft
Lye in a Pitcht Field.

Alc. I defie Land, my Lord.

1 Lord. We are fo vertuously bound. Tim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd.

Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights, more Light. 3 Lord. The beft of Happinefs, Honour and Fortunes, Keep with you, Lord Timon.

Tim. Ready for his Friends.
Apem. What a coil's here,

Serving of becks and jutting out of bums?

[Exeunt Lords.

I doubt whether their Legs be worth the Sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of Dregs:
Methinks falfe Hearts fhould never have found Legs.
Thus honeft Fools lay out their wealth on Court'fies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I fhould be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldft Sin the fafter. Thou giv't fo long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thy felf in Paper fhortly. What need thefe Feafts, Pomps, and Vain-glories?

Tim. Nay, and you begin to rail on Society once, I am fworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better Mufick. [Exit. Apem. S.Thou wilt not hear me now, thou fhalt not then. I'll lock thy Heav'n from thee:

Oh that Mens Ears fhould be

To Counsel deaf, but not to Flattery.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT II.

SCENE I.

SCENE A publick Place in the City..

Enter a Senator.

to

ND late five thoufand: To Varro and to Ifidore
AND
He owes nine thoufand, befides my former Sum,
Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging Wafte? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want Gold, fteal but a Beggar's Dog,
And give it Timon, why the Dog coins Gold.
If I would fell my Horfe, and buy twenty more
Better than he; why give my Horse to Timon;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me ftraight
An able Horfe. No Porter at his Gate,
But rather one that smiles and ftill invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold, no reason
Can found his State in fafety. Caphis, hoa!
Caphis I fay.

Enter Caphis.

Cap. Here, Sir, what is your Pleasure?

Sen. Get on your Cloak, and hafte you to Lord Timon; Importune him for my Monies, be not ceaft

With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, with

Commend me to your Master-and the Cap

Plays in the right Hand-thus: But tell him, Sirrah,
My uses cry to me; I must serve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are paft,
And my reliances on his fracted dates

Have fmit my Credit. I love and honour him;
But muft not break my Back, to heal his Finger.
Immediate are my Needs, and my Relief
Muft not be toft and turn'd to me in words,
But find fupply immediate. Get you gone,
Put on a most importunate Afpect,
A Vifage of demand: For I do fear
When every Feather fticks in his own Wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a Phoenix: Get you gone.

H 4

Cap.

Enter Flavius, with many Bills in his Hand.
Flav. No care, no ftop, fo fenfelefs of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
'Nor ceafe his flow of Riot. Takes no account
How things go from him, nor refumes no care
Of what is to continue: Never mind

Was to be fo unwife, to be fo 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, Ifidore, and Varro.

Cap. Good even, Varro; what, you come for Mony?
Var. Is't not your Bufinefs too?

Cap. It is, and yours too, Ifidere?

Ifid. It is fo.

Cap. Would we were all discharg'd.
Var. I fear it.

Cap. Here comes the Lord.

Enter Timon, and his Train.

Tim. So foon as Dinner's done, we'll forth again,

My Alcibiades. With me, what's your will?

[They Prefent their Bills.

Cap. My Lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues? Whence are you?

Cap. Of Athens here: My Lord.
Tim. Go to my Steward.

Cap. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off,
To the Succeffion of new Days, this Month:
My Mafter is awak'd by great Occafion,
To call upon his own, and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble Parts, you'll fuit,
In giving him his Right.