| ACT III SCENE IV | The same. A hall in Timon's house. | |
| | Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant ofLUCIUS, meeting TITUS, HORTENSIUS, and otherServants of TIMON's creditors, waiting his coming out | |
| Varro'sFirst Servant | Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius. | |
| TITUS | The like to you kind Varro. | |
| HORTENSIUS | Lucius! | |
| | What, do we meet together? | 5 |
| Lucilius' Servant | Ay, and I think | |
| | One business does command us all; for mine Is money. | |
| TITUS | So is theirs and ours. | |
| | Enter PHILOTUS | |
| Lucilius' Servant | And Sir Philotus too! | |
| PHILOTUS | Good day at once. | 10 |
| Lucilius' Servant | Welcome, good brother. | |
| | What do you think the hour? | |
| PHILOTUS | Labouring for nine. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | So much? | |
| PHILOTUS | Is not my lord seen yet? | 15 |
| Lucilius' Servant | Not yet. | |
| PHILOTUS | I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him: | |
| | You must consider that a prodigal course | |
| | Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable. | 20 |
| | I fear 'tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse; | |
| | That is one may reach deep enough, and yet | |
| | Find little. | |
| PHILOTUS | I am of your fear for that. | |
| TITUS | I'll show you how to observe a strange event. | 25 |
| | Your lord sends now for money. | |
| HORTENSIUS | Most true, he does. | |
| TITUS | And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, | |
| | For which I wait for money. | |
| HORTENSIUS | It is against my heart. | 30 |
| Lucilius' Servant | Mark, how strange it shows, | |
| | 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. | |
| HORTENSIUS | I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness: | 35 |
| | I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth, | |
| | And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth. | |
| Varro'sFirst Servant | Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours? | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Five thousand mine. | |
| Varro'sFirst Servant | 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun, | 40 |
| | Your master's confidence was above mine; | |
| | Else, surely, his had equall'd. | |
| | Enter FLAMINIUS. | |
| TITUS | One of Lord Timon's men. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord ready to | 45 |
| | come forth? | |
| FLAMINIUS | No, indeed, he is not. | |
| TITUS | We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much. | |
| FLAMINIUS | I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent. | |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? | 50 |
| | He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. | |
| TITUS | Do you hear, sir? | |
| Varro'sSecond Servant | By your leave, sir,-- | |
| FLAVIUS | What do ye ask of me, my friend? | |
| TITUS | We wait for certain money here, sir. | 55 |
| FLAVIUS | Ay, | |
| | If money were as certain as your waiting, | |
| | 'Twere sure enough. | |
| | Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills, | |
| | When your false masters eat of my lord's meat? | 60 |
| | Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts | |
| | And take down the interest into their | |
| | gluttonous maws. | |
| | You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up; | |
| | Let me pass quietly: | 65 |
| | Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end; | |
| | I have no more to reckon, he to spend. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Ay, but this answer will not serve. | |
| FLAVIUS | If 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you; | |
| | For you serve knaves. | 70 |
| | Exit | |
| Varro'sFirst Servant | How! what does his cashiered worship mutter? | |
| Varro'sSecond Servant | No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge | |
| | enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no | |
| | house to put his head in? such may rail against | |
| | great buildings. | 75 |
| | Enter SERVILIUS | |
| TITUS | O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer. | |
| SERVILIUS | If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some | |
| | other hour, I should derive much from't; for, | |
| | take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to | |
| | discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him; | 80 |
| | he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Many do keep their chambers are not sick | |
| | And, if it be so far beyond his health, | |
| | Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts, | |
| | And make a clear way to the gods. | |
| SERVILIUS | Good gods! | 85 |
| TITUS | We cannot take this for answer, sir. | |
| FLAMINIUS | Within | |
| | Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following | |
| TIMON | What, are my doors opposed against my passage? | |
| | Have I been ever free, and must my house | |
| | Be my retentive enemy, my gaol? | |
| | The place which I have feasted, does it now, | 90 |
| | Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Put in now, Titus. | |
| TITUS | My lord, here is my bill. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Here's mine. | |
| HORTENSIUS | And mine, my lord. | 95 |
| BothVarro's Servants | And ours, my lord. | |
| PHILOTUS | All our bills. | |
| TIMON | Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Alas, my lord,- | |
| TIMON | Cut my heart in sums. | 100 |
| TITUS | Mine, fifty talents. | |
| TIMON | Tell out my blood. | |
| Lucilius' Servant | Five thousand crowns, my lord. | |
| TIMON | Five thousand drops pays that. | |
| | What yours?--and yours? | 105 |
| Varro'sFirst Servant | My lord,-- | |
| Varro'sSecond Servant | My lord,-- | |
| TIMON | Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! | |
| | Exit | |
| HORTENSIUS | 'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps | |
| | at their money: these debts may well be called | 110 |
| | desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. | |
| | Exeunt | |
| | Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS | |
| TIMON | They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves. | |
| | Creditors? devils! | |
| FLAVIUS | My dear lord,-- | |
| TIMON | What if it should be so? | 115 |
| FLAVIUS | My lord,-- | |
| TIMON | I'll have it so. My steward! | |
| FLAVIUS | Here, my lord. | |
| TIMON | So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, | |
| | Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius: | 120 |
| | All, sirrah, all: | |
| | I'll once more feast the rascals. | |
| FLAVIUS | O my lord, | |
| | You only speak from your distracted soul; | |
| | There is not so much left, to furnish out | 125 |
| | A moderate table. | |
| TIMON | Be't not in thy care; go, | |
| | I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide | |
| | Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. | |
| | Exeunt | |