| ACT II SCENE I | A Senator's house. | |
| | Enter Senator, with papers in his hand | |
| Senator | And late, five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore | |
| | He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, | |
| | Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion | |
| | Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. | 5 |
| | 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, | 10 |
| | 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! | 15 |
| | Enter CAPHIS | |
| CAPHIS | Here, sir; what is your pleasure? | |
| Senator | Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon; | |
| | Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased | |
| | With slight denial, nor then silenced when-- | |
| | 'Commend me to your master'--and the cap | 20 |
| | Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him, | |
| | 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, | 25 |
| | 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 importunate aspect, | 30 |
| | 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. | |
| CAPHIS | I go, sir. | 35 |
| Senator | 'I go, sir!'--Take the bonds along with you, | |
| | And have the dates in contempt. | |
| CAPHIS | I will, sir. | |
| Senator | Go. | |
| | Exeunt | |
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