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Music. Re-enter CUPID, with a masque of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, and playing.

Apem. Hey-day, what a sweep of vanity comes

this way!

They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shews to a little oil, and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men,
Upon whose age we void it up again.
With poisonous spite and envy. Who lives, that's
Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears
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 shew 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 it.

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. [Exeunt Cupid and Ladies.

Tim. Flavius,-
Flav. My lord.
The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. 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.

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, kind my lord.

1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts,-
All. So are we all.

Enter a Servant.

gentleman, 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 coffer.

Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this,
To shew him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good;
That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes
His promises fly so beyond his state,
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.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.
You do yourselves
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own me-

rits :

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. [no man Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, 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.

Ay, defiled land, my lord.
1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,—
And so

Am I to you. 2 Lord.

So infinitely endear'd,Tim. 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, &c. What a coil's here!

Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!

I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs :

Serv. My lord, there are certain nobles of the Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs,


Newly alighted, and come to visit you.
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.
Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee:
I pr'ythee, let us be provided
To shew them entertainment.

Thus bonest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies. Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee.


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

I scarce know how. (Aside.) Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly:
What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories?

Enter another Servant.

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

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Enter a Senator, with papers in his hand.

Sen. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to

He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
Which makes it five and twenty.-Still in motion
Of raging waste? It canot 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, ho!
Caphis, I say!


Caph. Here, sir; What is your pleasure?
Sen. Get on your cloak, aud haste you to lord

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 my relief
Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone :
Put on a most importanate aspect,
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.

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

Caph. Sen.

Twill, sir.

Go. [Exeunt.

A Hall in Timon's house.

SCENE II.-The same.
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
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-
Fy, fy, fy, fy!


Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Isidore and


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Good-even, Varro: What,

Is't not your business too?
Caph. It is;-and yours too, Isidore?
Isid. Serv.

Caph. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
Var. Serv.

Caph. Here comes the lord.

It is so.

I fear it.

Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c.
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?
Tim. Go to steward.

Of Athens here, my lord.

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,
To call upon his own; and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.


Mine honest friend,

I pr'ythee, but repair to me next morning.
Caph. Nay, good my lord,-

Contain thyself, good friend.
Var. Serv. One Varro's servant, my good lord,-
From Isidore;
Isid. Serv.


He humbly prays your speedy payment,-
Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's
Var. Serv. 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six
And past,

Isid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord;
And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
Tim. Give me breath :-


I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
[Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords.
(To Flavius.)
I'll wait upon you instantly.-Come hither, pray
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?

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.

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Do so, my friends:

I pray, draw near. [Exit.

Enter APEMANTUS and a Fool.

Caph. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus; let's have some sport with 'em.

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, thou 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,

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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.

Page. Pr'ythee, Apemantus, read me the super-
scription of these letters; I know not which is which.
Apem. Canst not read?
Page. No.

Apem. There will little learning die then, that
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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 serve three usurers?

All Serv. Ay; 'would they serv'd us! Apem. So would I.-as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.

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.

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, gerally 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 Ape

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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 balf
To pay your present debts.

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:

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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 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.

Pr'ythee, no more.

Flav. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this

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

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.

Come, sermon me no further:
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. [lack,
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience
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.


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 despatch 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.
As you have said, my lord.
Flav. Lord Lucius, and lord Lucullus? humph!
(A side.)

Tim. Go you, sir, (to another Serv.) to the se


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With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods,
They froze me into silence.

You gods, reward them!-
I pr'ythee, man, look oheerly: 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;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy.-
Go to Ventidius, (To a Serv.) 'Pr'ythee,
Flavius) be not sad,


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

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
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.
Flav. I would, I could not think it; That thought
is bounty's foe;

Being free itself, it thinks all others so. [Exeunt.


SCENE I.-The same. A Room in Lucullus's House.
FLAMINIUS waiting. Enter a Servant to him.
Serv. I have told my lord of you, he is coming
down to you.

Flam. I thank you,



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 basin and ewer to-night.-Flaminius, honest Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.-Fill me some wine.-(Exit Servant.) And how does that honourable, complete, freehearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?

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?

Flam. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to fornish him; nothing doubting your present assistance 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 prompt spirit,-give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in thee.-Get you gone, sirrah.—(To the Servant, who goes out.)-Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy Lord's a bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise;


and thou knowest well enough, although thou
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. rare thee well.
Flam. Is't possible, the world should so much

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
[Exit Lucullus.
thy master.
Flam. May these add to the number that may
scald thee!

Let molten coin be thy damnation,

Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
you gods,
It turns in less than two nights?

I feel my master's passion! This slave
Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
When he is turn'd to poison?
Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,

O, may diseases only work upon't!
And, when he is sick to death, let not that part of
any po
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!
Which my lord paid for, be of

SCENE II.-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. Fy no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.

2 Stran. But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, one of his men was with the lord Lucullas, to borrow so many talents; nay, urged extremely for't, and shewed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied.

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 honourable man? there was very little honour shewed in't. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.


Ser. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to see his honour.-My honoured lord,—

(To Lucius.) Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare to thy honourablethee well:-Commend me [sentvirtuous lord, my very exquisite friend. Sev. May it please your honour, my lord hath Luc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he's ever sending: How shall I thank him, think'st thou? And what has he sent now?

Ser. He has only sent his present occasion now, instant use with so many talents. my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his

Luc. 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, should not urge it half so faithfully.


Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius ?
Ser. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

Luc. What a wicked beast was I, to disfurnish

myself against such a good time, when I might | have shewn myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do't; the more beast, I say:-I was sending to use lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done it now. Commend ne bountifully to his good lordship; 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.

Luc. I will look you out a good turn, Servilius. [Exit 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
Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him
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, (O, 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.
3 Stran. Religion groans at it.
1 Stran.

For mine own part,

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SCENE III.-The same. A Room in Sempronius's House.

Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of Timon'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.

O my lord, [for
They have all been touch'd, and found base metal;
They have all denied him.
How! they have denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? humph!-
It shews but little love or judgment in him.
Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like phy-
Thrive, give him over; Must I take the cure upon
He has much disgrac'd me in't; I am angry at him,
That might have known my place: I see no sense

But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him:

And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No: So it may prove

An argument of laughter to the rest,
And I amongst the lords be thought a fool.
I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
He had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I had such a courage to do him good. But now
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin.

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 villanies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked; like those, that, under hot ardent zeal, would set whole realms on 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.
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house.

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What do you think the hour? Phi.

Labouring for nine.

Luc. Serv. So much? Phi.

Is not my lord seen yet?

Laic. Serv.

Not yet. Phi. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at [with him:


Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter 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 shew you how to observe a strange event. Your lord sends now for money.

Most true, he does.
Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.

Hor. It is against my heart.
Luc. Serv.

Mark, how strange it shews,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.

Hor. I am weary of this charge, the gods can


I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth. 1 Var. Serv. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: What's yours?

Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine,

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