And all out of an empty coffer.

Nor will he know his purfe; or yield me this,
To fhow him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good;
His promises fly fo beyond his state,

That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes
For every 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,

Before I were forc'd out!

Happier is he that has no friend to feed,

Than fuch as do even enemies exceed.

I 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.

[ceive it. 2 LORD. With more than common thanks I will re3 LORD. O, he is the very foul of bounty!

TIM. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courfer

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 juftly praise, but what he does affect:

I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;

ALL LORDS. None fo welcome.

TIM. I take all and your feveral 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 foldier, therefore feldom rich,

It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living

Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou haft

Lie in a pitch'd field.

ALCIB. Ay, defiled land, my lord.

1 LORD. We are fo virtuously bound, TIM. And fo

Am I to you.

2 LORD. So infinitely endear'd,-
TIM. All to you.-Lights, more lights.

I LORD. The best of happiness,

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

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, LORDS, &c.

APEM. What a coil's here!

Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the fums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs:
Methinks, false hearts should never have found legs.
Thus honeft fools lay out their wealth on court'fies.
TIM. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
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'ft fin the faster.
Thou giv'ft fo 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 fociety once,

I am fworn, not to give regard to you.

Farewell; and come with better mufick.

APEM. SO ;

[Exit.

Thou'lt not hear me now,-thou shalt not then,-I'll lock Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears fhould be

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

ACT II.

[Exit.

SCENE I. The fame. A Room in a SENATOR'S House. Enter a SENATOR, with papers in his hand.

SEN. And late, five thousand to Varro; and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand; befides my former fum, Which makes it five and twenty.—Still in motion Of raging waste? 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 horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Afk nothing, give it him, it foals me, ftraight, And able horses: No porter at his gate; But rather one that fmiles, and ftill invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Can found his ftate in fafety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I fay!

Enter CAPHIS.

CAPH. Here, fir; What is your pleasure?

SEN. Get on your cloak, and hafte you to lord Timon;
Impórtune him for my monies; be not ceas'd
With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, when—
Commend me to your mafter-and the cap

Plays in the right hand, thus:—but tell him, firrah,
My ufes
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 fmit my credit: I love, and honour him ;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger:
Immediate are my needs; and my relief

Muft not be tofs'd and turn'd to me in words,
But find fupply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a most importunate afpéct,

A vifage 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,

fir.

SEN. I go, fir?take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt.

CAPH. I will, fir.

SEN. GO.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. The fame. A Hall in TIMON'S Houfe.
Enter FLAVIUS, with many bills in his hand.
FLAV. No care, no ftop! fo fenfeless 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 resumes no care
Of what is to continue; Never mind

Was to be fo unwife, to be fo kind.

What fhall be done? He will not hear, till feel:

I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fye, fye, fye, fye!

Enter CAPHIS, and the Servants of Ifidore and Varro. CAPH. Good even, Varro: What,

You come for money?

VAR. SERV. Is't not your business too?
CAPH. It is ;-And yours too, Ifidore?
ISID. SERV. It is fo.

CAPH. 'Would we were all discharg'd!
VAR. SERV. I fear it.

CAPH. Here comes the lord.

Enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, and Lords, &c. TIM. So foon 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.

CAPH. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the fucceffion of new days this month:
My mafter is awak'd by great occasion,

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

TIM. Mine honest friend,

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

TIM. Contain thyfelf, good friend,

VAR. SERV. One Varro's fervant, my good lord,-
ISID. SERV. From Ifidore;

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, fix weeks,

And past,

ISID. SERV, Your steward puts me off, my lord;

And I am fent exprefsly to your lordship.

TIM. Give me breath :

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

[Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords.

I'll wait on you inftantly.-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-fince-due debts,