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That thriv'd, give him over. Must I take th Cure upon me?
Ser. 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 Villanies of Man will fet him clear. How fairly this Lord strives to appear foul? Takes virtuous Copies to be wicked: Like those that under hot, ardent Zeal, would fet whole Realms on Fire; of such a nature is his politick Love. This was my Lord's best hope, now all are fled, Save only the Gods. Now his Friends are dead, Doors that were ne'er acquainted with their Wards, Many a bounteous a Year, must be employ'd Now to guard sure cheir Master. And this is all a liberal course allows; Who cannot keep his Wealth, must keep his House. [Exit.
SCENE II. Timon's Hall.
Enter Varro, Tirus, Hortensius, Lucius, and other Servants
of Timon's Creditors, who wait for his coming out.
Luc. Ay, and I think one Business does command us all.
Luc. Welcome, good Brother.
Phi. Labouring for oint.
Luc. Ay, but the Days are wax'd shorter with him: You must consider that a prodigal course Is like the Sun's, but not like his recoverable, I fear : 'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timon's Purse; that is, one may reach deep enough, and yet find little.
Phi. I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll few you t'observe a strange Event: Your Lord sends now for Mony?
Hor. Moft true, he does.
Tit. And he wears Jewels now of Timon's Gift, For which I wait for Mony.
Hor. It is against my Heart.
Luc. Mark how ftrange it shows,
Hor. I am weary of this Charge, the Gods can witness :
Var. Yes, mine's three thousand Crowns: What's yours?
Luc. Five thousand, mine.
Var. 'Tis much deep, and it should seem by th' Sim,
Luc. Flaminius! Sir, a Word: Pray is my Lord ready to come forth?
Flam. No, indeed he is not.
Enter Flavius in a Cloak muffled.
Tit. Do you hear, Sir
Flav. If Mony were as certain as your waiting,
your false Masters eat of my Lord's Meat?
Luc. Ay, but this Answer will not serve.
Flav. If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you, For you serve Knaves.
[Exit Flavius. Var. How ! what does his cashier'd worship mutter? Tit. No matter what -he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no House to put his Head in? Such may rail against great Buildings.
Tit. Oh, here's Servilius; now we shall have some an
Serv. If I might beseech you, Gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from't. For take't of my Soul, my Lord leans wondrously to discontent: His comfortable temper
, has forsook him, he's much out of Health, and keeps his Chamber.
Luc. Many do keep their Chambers, are not lick:
Serv. Good Gods!
Enter Timon in a rage.
Luc. Put in now, Titus.
Tim. Knock me down with 'em cleave me to the Girdle.
Luc. Alas, my Lord.
Tim. Five thousand drops pays that.
Var. My Lord
[Exit Timon. Hor. Faith, I perceive our Masters may throw their Caps at their Mony, these Debts may well be call'd desperate cres, for a mad Man owes 'em.
Flav. My dear Lord.
Tim. I'll have it foMy Steward !
! Flav. Here, my Lord.
Tim. So fitly! Go, bid all my Friends again,
Flav. O my Lord! you only speak from your distracted Soul; there's not so much left as to furnish out a moderate Table.
Tim. Be it not in thy Care: Go, I charge thee, invite them áll, lec in the ride Of Knaves once more: My Cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The City.
Enter three Senators at one Door, Alcibiades meeting them
with Attendants, 1 Sen. My Lord, you have my Voice to't, the Fault's bloody; 'Tis necessary he should dye: Nothing emboldens Sin so much as Mercy.
2 Sen. Most true; the Law shall bruise 'em.
Alc. I am an humble Suitor to your Virtues,