Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift?
I should fear, those, that dance before me now,
Would one day stamp upon me. It has been done;
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of
TIMON; and, to show their loves, each singles out
an Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a
lofty strain or two to the hautboys, and cease.
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair
ladies,

Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre,
And entertain'd me with mine own device;
I am to thank you for't.

1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best.
Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not
hold taking, I doubt me.

Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet
Attends you please you to dispose yourselves.
All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord!

Tim. Flavius, Flav. My lord.

[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies.

Tim. The little casket bring me hither.
Flar. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet!
There is no crossing him in his humour; [Aside.
Else I should tell him, - Well, i'faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.
'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.
[Exit, and returns with the casket.

1 Lord. Where be our men?
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness.
2 Lord. Our horses.

Tim. O my friends, I have one word
To say to you:

look you, my good lord, I must Entreat you, honour me so much, as to Advance this jewel;

Accept, and wear it, king my lord!

1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,

All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant.

For every word; he is so kind, that he now
Pays interest for't; his lands put to their books.
Well, 'would I were gently put out of office,
Before I were forc'd out!
Happier is he, that has no friend to feed,
Than such as do even enemies exceed.
bleed inwardly for my lord.
Tim. You do yourselves

[Exit.

Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits:

Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will receive it,

3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty! Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it. 2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know,

no man

Can justly praise, but what he does affect:
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.

All Lords. None so welcome.

Tim. I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be
weary. Alcibiades,

Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich,
It comes in charity to thee; for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.

Alcib. Ay, defiled land, my lord!

1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,·
Tim. And so

Am I to you.

-.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd, -
Tum. All to you. -Lights, more lights!
1 Lord. The best of happiness,

Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon!
Tim. Ready for his friends.

[Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, etc.

Apem. What a coil's here!

Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!

2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
Enter a third Servant.

Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news?
3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gen-I
tleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-
morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour
two brace of greyhounds.

Tim. I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd,
Not without fair reward.

Flav. [Aside.] What will this come to?

He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty cofer.

Nor will he know his parse; or yield me this,
To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good;
His promises fly so beyond his state,
That what he speaks is all debt, he owes

I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums,
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I'd be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing: for,

If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left
To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st sin the
faster.

Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou
Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly:
What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories?
Tim. Nay,

An you begin to rail on society once,
am sworn, not to give regard to you.
Farewell, and come with better music!
Apem. So;-

-

He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging waste? I cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold:
If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,
And able horses! No porter at his gate;
But rather one that smiles, and still invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his state in safety.
Caphis, I say!

Caphis, ho!

Enter CAPHIS.
Caph. Here, sir. What is your pleasure?
Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord
Timon;

That with your other noble parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.

Importune him for my monies; be not ceas'd
With slight denial: nor then silenc'd, when-
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 past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates
Have smit my credit. I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger:
Immediate are my needs; and
Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
relief
my
But find supply immediate. Get you gone!
Put on a most importunate aspéct,

A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone!
Caph. I go, sir.

Tim. Mine honest friend,

I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.
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,
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.
Tim. Give me breath:

Sen. I go, sir?-take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in compt.
Caph. I will, sir.
Sen. Go!

I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;

[Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords. I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, pray you; [To Flavius. How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds, And the detention of long-since-due debts, Against my honour?

[Exeunt.

Flav. Please you, gentlemen,

The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunacy cease, till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

SCENE II. The same. A hall in TIMON's house.
Enter FIAVIUS, with many bills in his hand.
Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account
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 hunt-
ing.

Fye, fye, fye, fye!

Tim. Do so, my friends:
See them well entertain'd.
Flav. I pray, draw near!

[Exit Timon. [Exit Flavius.

Enter APEMANTUS and a Fool.
mantus; let's have some sport with 'em.
Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Ape-
Var. Serv. Hang him, he'll abuse us!
Isid. Serv. A plague upon him, dog!
Var. Serv. How dost, fool?
Apem. Dost dialogue with thy shadow?
Var. Serv. I speak not to thee.
Apem. No; 'tis to thyself. Come away!

--

[To the Fool. Isid. Serv. [To Var. Serv.] There's the fool hangs on your back already.

Apem. No, thoa stand'st single, thou art 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.

Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of ISIDORE and All Serv. Why?

Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, etc.
Tim. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? What's your will?
Caph. My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues? Whence are you?

Caph. Of Athens here, my lord.

Tim. Go to my steward.

A

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die

P

fan

Apem. "Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.

Caph. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off Page. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the superscrip

To the succession of new days this month:

My master is awak'd by great occasion,

To call upon his own; and humbly prays you,

tion of these letters; I know not which is which. Apem. Can'st not read?

Page. No.

Apem. There will little learning die then, that day And what remains will hardly stop the mouth thon art hanged. This is to lord Timon; this to Al-Of present dues: the future comes apace: cibiades. Go; thou wast born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.

Page. Thon wast whelp'd 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?

What shall defend the interim? and at length
How goes our reckoning?

Tim. To Lacedaemon 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!

Tim. You tell me true.

Flav. If you suspect my husbandry, or falsehood,

Apem. If Timon stay at home. You three serve Call me before the exactest auditors, three usurers?

All Serv. Ay; 'would they serv'd us!
Apem. So would I, -
man served thief.

Fool. Are you three usurers' men?
All Serv. Ay, fool.

And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppress'd

as good a trick, as ever hang- 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.
Tim. Prythee, no more!
Flav. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
How many prodigal bits have slaves, and peasants,
This night englatted! Who is not Timon's?
What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is lord
Timon's?

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 merrrily, and go away sadly: the reason of this?

J'ar. 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.

Far. 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 Tawyer; sometime, like a philoso-
pher, 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, from four-
score 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 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; sometime, the philosopher.
[Exeunt Apemantus and Fool.
Flav. 'Pray you, walk near; I'll speak with you
[Exeunt Serv.

anon.

Perchance, some single vantages you took,
When my indisposition put you back;
And that unaptness made your minister,
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.
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-lov'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;

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.

Tim. Come, sermon me no further:
No villainous 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;
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!

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, ho!-Flaminius! Servilius!

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. Lord Lucius, and lord Lucullus? humph!

[Aside.

Tim. Go you, sir, [To another Serv.] 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,

(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 it be?

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-but
Something hath been amiss- -a noble nature

--

May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity-prompt spirit, give thee thy due, — and one that
And so, intending other serious matters,
knows, what belongs to reason; and canst use the
After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions, time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in
With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods,
thee. -Get you gone, sirrah! [To the Servant,
They force me into silence.
who goes out.]- Draw nearer, honest Flaminius! Thy
lord's a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise;
and thou knowest well enough, although thon comest
to me, that this is no time to lend money; especially
upon bare friendship, without security. Here's three
solidares for thee; good boy, wink at me, and say,
thou saw'st me not. Fare thee well!

Tim. You gods, reward them!

I pr'ythee, 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 kiud;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy.
Go to Ventidius, - [To a Serv.] 'Pr'ythec, [To Flav.]
be not sad,

Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously I speak,
No blame belongs to thee:-To Serv.] Ventidius
lately

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 for me;
Bid him suppose, some good necessity
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd
With those five talents: that had,- [To Flav.]

give it these fellows

To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.
Flay. I would, I could not think it; that thought
is bounty's foe;

Being free itself, it thinks all others so.

[Exeunt.

The same. A room in LUCULLUS'S
house.

Flam. Is't possible, the world should so much differ;
And we alive, that liv'd? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee.

-

[Throwing the money away.
Lucul. Ha! now I see, thou art a fool, and fit for
thy master.
[Exit Lucullus.

Flam. May these add to the number that may scald
thee!

Let molten coin be thy damnation,
Thou discase of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
I feel my master's passion! This slave
Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poison?

O, may diseases only work upon't!
And, when he is sick to death, let not that part of
nature,

SCENE II.

-

Which my lord paid for, be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour! [Exit.
-The same. A public place.
Enter Lucius, with three Strangers.
Luc. Who, the lord Timon? he is my very good
friend, and an honourable gentleman.

1 Stran. We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common rumours; now lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.

Luc. Fye no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.

Serv. Here's my lord. Lucul. [Aside. One of lord Timon's men? a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver bason and ewer to-night, Flaminius, houest Fla- 2 Stran. But believe you this, my lord, that, not minius; you are very respectively welcome, sir!-long ago, one of his men was with the lord LucnlFill me some wine!-[Exit Serv.] And how does that lus, to borrow so many talents; nay, urged extrehonourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of mely for't, and showed what necessity belonged Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master? to't, and yet was denied. Flam.His health is well, sir.

Lucul. I am right glad, that his health is well, sir; and what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

Luc. How?

2 Stran. I tell you, denied, my lord! Luc. What a strange case was that? now, before the gods, I am ashamed on't. Denied that honoar Flam. 'Fath, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, able man? there was very little honour showed in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour in't. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have to supply; who, having great and instant occasion received some small kinduesses from him, as money, to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing compar furnish him; nothing doubting your present assistance ing to his; yet, had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.

--

therein.
Lucul. La, la, la, la, nothing doubting, says he?
alas, good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would
not keep so good a house. Many a time and often
I have dined with him, and told him on't; and come
again to supper to him, of purpose to have him
spend less and yet he would embrace no counsel,
take no warning by my coming. Every man has his
fault, and honesty is his; I have told him on't, but
I could never get him from it.

Re-enter Servant, with wine.
Serv. Please your lordship, here is the wine.
Lucul. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise.

Here's to thee.

Flam. Your lordship speaks your pleasure.
Lucul. I have observed thee always for a towardly

Luc. I know, his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
Ser. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

It shows but little love or judgment in him. Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians, Thrive, give him over; must I take the cure upon me? He has much disgrac'd me in't; I am angry at him, That might have known my place: I see no sense for't, But his occasions might have woo'd me first; For, in my conscience, I was the first man Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish That e'er received gift from him: myself against such a good time, when I might have And does he think so backwardly of me now, shown myself honourable! how unluckily it hap-That I'll requite it last? No: so it may prove pened,that I should purchase the day before for a little An argument of laughter to the rest, part, and undo a great deal of honour!-Servilius, And I amongst the lords be thought a fool. now before the gods, I am not able to do't; the I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum, more beast, I say: I was sending to use lord Ti-He had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;. mon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I had such a courage to do him good. But now return, would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done And with their faint reply this answer join; it now. Commend me bountifully to his good lord-Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin. ship; and I hope, his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind: - - and tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him? Ser. Yes, sir, I shall.

-

[Exit. Serv. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politic; he crossed himself by't: and I cannot think, but, in the end, the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul! takes virtuons copies to be wicked; like those, that, under hot ardent zeal, would set whole realms on [Exit Servilius.fire. Of such a nature is his politic love. This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled, Save the gods only. Now his friends are dead, Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd Now to guard sure their master.

Luc. I will look you out a good turn, Servilius.

True, as you said, Timon is shrunk, indeed;
And he, that's once denied, will hardly speed.

[Exit Lucius.

1 Stran. Do you observe this, Hostilius? 2 Stran. Ay, too well.

1 Stran. Why this

Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him

Is

His friend, that dips in the same dish? for, in
My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse;
Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages: he ne'er drinks,
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip:
And yet, (0, see the monstrousness of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!)
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.
8 Stran. Religion groans at it.
1 Stran. For mine own part,

I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me,
To mark me for his friend; yet, I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,

Had his necessity made use of me,

I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart: but, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.

[Exeunt.

The same. A room in SEMPRONIUS'S
house.

Enter SEMPRONICS, and a Servant of Timox's. Sem. Must he needs trouble me in't? Humph! 'Bove all others?

He might have tried lord Lucius, or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too.

Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these three
Owe their estates unto him.

Serv. O my lord,

And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house.

[Exit.

SCENE IV. The same. A hall in TIMON's house.
Enter two Servants of VARRO, and the Servant
of Lucius, meeting Tirus, HORTENSIUS, and other
Servants to TIMON's creditors, waiting his com-
ing out.

Var. Serv. Well met; good-morrow, Titus and
Hortensius!

Tit. The like to you, kind Varro!

Hor. Lucius?

What, do we meet together?

Luc. Serv. Ay, and, I think,

One business does command us all; for mine
Is money.

Tit. So is theirs and ours.

Enter PILOTUS.

Luc. Serv. And sir

Philotus too!

Phi. Good-day at once!

Luc. Serv. Welcome, good brother!
What do you think the hour?
Phi. Labouring for nine.

Luc. Serv. So much?

Phi. Is not my lord seen yet?
Luc. Serv. Not yet.

Phi. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are waxed 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.

They have all been touch'd, and found base metal; for Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange event: They have all denied him.

Sem. How! they have denied him?

Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?

And does he send to me? Three? humph!

Your lord sends now for money.

Hor. Most true, he does.

Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,

For which I wait for money.