| ACT III SCENE III | A room in Sempronius' house. | |
| | Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON's | |
| SEMPRONIUS | Must he needs trouble me in 't,--hum!--'bove | |
| | all others? | |
| | He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus; | |
| | And now Ventidius is wealthy too, | 5 |
| | Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these | |
| | Owe their estates unto him. | |
| Servant | My lord, | |
| | They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for | |
| | They have au denied him. | 10 |
| SEMPRONIUS | How! have they denied him? | |
| | Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him? | |
| | And does he send to me? Three? hum! | |
| | It shows but little love or judgment in him: | |
| | Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like | 15 |
| | physicians, | |
| | Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me? | |
| | Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him, | |
| | That might have known my place: I see no sense for't, | |
| | But his occasion might have woo'd me first; | 20 |
| | 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 its last? No: | |
| | So it may prove an argument of laughter | 25 |
| | To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool. | |
| | I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum, | |
| | Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake; | |
| | I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return, | |
| | And with their faint reply this answer join; | 30 |
| | Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin. | |
| | Exit | |
| Servant | 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 | 35 |
| | 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. | 40 |
| | This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled, | |
| | Save only the gods: 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. | 45 |
| | And this is all a liberal course allows; | |
| | Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house. | |
| | Exit | |