| ACT III SCENE II | A public place. | |
| | Enter LUCILIUS, with three Strangers | |
| LUCILIUS | Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and | |
| | an honourable gentleman. | |
| First Stranger | We know him for no less, though we are but strangers | |
| | to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and | 5 |
| | which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's | |
| | happy hours are done and past, and his estate | |
| | shrinks from him. | |
| LUCILIUS | Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money. | |
| Second Stranger | But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, | 10 |
| | one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow | |
| | so many talents, nay, urged extremely for't and | |
| | showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied. | |
| LUCILIUS | How! | |
| Second Stranger | I tell you, denied, my lord. | 15 |
| LUCILIUS | What a strange case was that! now, before the gods, | |
| | I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man! | |
| | there was very little honour showed in't. For my own | |
| | part, I must needs confess, I have received some | |
| | small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels | 20 |
| | 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. | |
| | Enter SERVILIUS | |
| SERVILIUS | See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; | |
| | I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord,-- | 25 |
| | To LUCIUS | |
| LUCILIUS | Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well: | |
| | commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very | |
| | exquisite friend. | |
| SERVILIUS | May it please your honour, my lord hath sent-- | |
| LUCILIUS | Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to | 30 |
| | that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank | |
| | him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now? | |
| SERVILIUS | Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord; | |
| | requesting your lordship to supply his instant use | |
| | with so many talents. | 35 |
| LUCILIUS | I know his lordship is but merry with me; | |
| | He cannot want fifty five hundred talents. | |
| SERVILIUS | But in the mean time he wants less, my lord. | |
| | If his occasion were not virtuous, | |
| | I should not urge it half so faithfully. | 40 |
| LUCILIUS | Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius? | |
| SERVILIUS | Upon my soul,'tis true, sir. | |
| LUCILIUS | What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself | |
| | against such a good time, when I might ha' shown | |
| | myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I | 45 |
| | should purchase the day before for a little part, | |
| | and undo a great deal of honoured! Servilius, now, | |
| | before the gods, I am not able to do,--the more | |
| | beast, I say:--I was sending to use Lord Timon | |
| | myself, these gentlemen can witness! but I would | 50 |
| | not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now. | |
| | Commend me 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 | 55 |
| | 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? | |
| SERVILIUS | Yes, sir, I shall. | |
| LUCILIUS | I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius. | 60 |
| | Exit SERVILIUS | |
| | True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed; | |
| | And he that's once denied will hardly speed. | |
| | Exit | |
| First Stranger | Do you observe this, Hostilius? | |
| Second Stranger | Ay, too well. | |
| First Stranger | Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the | 65 |
| | 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, | 70 |
| | 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!-- | 75 |
| | He does deny him, in respect of his, | |
| | What charitable men afford to beggars. | |
| Third Stranger | Religion groans at it. | |
| First Stranger | For mine own part, | |
| | I never tasted Timon in my life, | 80 |
| | 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, | 85 |
| | 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. | 90 |
| | Exeunt | |