Timon of Athens

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Original text
Act II, Scene I
Enter a Senator .

Sen.
And late fiue thousand: to Varro and to Isidore
He owes nine thousand, besides my former summe,
Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want Gold, steale but a beggers Dogge,
And giue it Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold.
If I would sell my Horse, and buy twenty moe
Better then he; why giue my Horse to Timon.
Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me straight
And able Horses: No Porter at his gate,
But rather one that smiles, and still inuites
All that passe by. It cannot hold, no reason
Can sound his state in safety. Caphis hoa,
Caphis I say.
Enter Caphis.

Ca.
Heere sir, what is your pleasure.

Sen.
Get on your cloake, & hast you to Lord Timon,
Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceast
With slight deniall; nor then silenc'd, when
Commend me to your Master, and the Cap
Playes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
My Vses cry to me; I must serue my turne
Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates
Haue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,
But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my releefe
Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words,
But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,
Put on a most importunate aspect,
A visage of demand: for I do feare
When euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a Phoenix, get you gone.

Ca.
I go sir.

Sen.
I go sir? / Take the Bonds along with you,
And haue the dates in. Come.

Ca.
I will Sir.

Sen.
Go.
Exeunt
Original text
Act II, Scene II
Enter Steward, with many billes in
his hand.

Stew.
No care, no stop, so senselesse of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintaine it,
Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt
How things go from him, nor resume no care
Of what is to continue: neuer minde,
Was to be so vnwise, to be so kinde.
What shall be done, he will not heare, till feele:
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fye, fie, fie, fie.
Enter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro.

Cap.
Good euen Varro: what, you come for money?

Var.
Is't not your businesse too?

Cap.
It is, and yours too, Isidore?

Isid.
It is so.

Cap.
Would we were all discharg'd.

Var.
I feare it,

Cap.
Heere comes the Lord.
Enter Timon, and his Traine.

Tim.
So soone as dinners done, wee'l forth againe
My Alcibiades. With me, what is your will?

Cap.
My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues.

Tim.
Dues? whence are you?

Cap.
Of Athens heere, my Lord.

Tim.
Go to my Steward.

Cap.
Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new dayes this moneth:
My Master is awak'd by great Occasion,
To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,
That with your other Noble parts, you'l suite,
In giuing him his right.

Tim.
Mine honest Friend,
I prythee but repaire to me next morning.

Cap.
Nay, good my Lord.

Tim.
Containe thy selfe, good Friend.

Var.
One Varroes seruant, my good Lord.

Isid.
From Isidore, he humbly prayes
your speedy payment.

Cap.
If you did know my Lord, my Masters wants.

Var.
'Twas due on forfeyture my Lord,
sixe weekes, and past.

Isi.
Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I
Am sent expressely to your Lordship.

Tim.
Giue me breath:
I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on,
Ile waite vpon you instantly.
Come hither: pray you
How goes the world, that I am thus encountred
With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds,
And the detention of long since due debts
Against my Honor?

Stew.
Please you Gentlemen,
The time is vnagreeable to this businesse:
Your importunacie cease, till after dinner,
That I may make his Lordship vnderstand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Tim.
Do so my Friends,
see them well entertain'd.

Stew.
Pray draw neere.
Exit.
Enter Apemantus and Foole.

Caph.
Stay, stay, here comes the Foole with Apemantus,
let's ha some sport with 'em.

Var.
Hang him, hee'l abuse vs.

Isid.
A plague vpon him dogge.

Var.
How dost Foole?

Ape.
Dost Dialogue with thy shadow?

Var.
I speake not to thee.

Ape.
No 'tis to thy selfe. Come away.

Isi.
There's the
Foole hangs on your backe already.

Ape.
No thou stand'st single, th'art not on him
yet.

Cap.
Where's the Foole now?

Ape.
He last ask'd the question. Poore Rogues, and
Vsurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.

Al.
What are we Apemantus?

Ape.
Asses.

All.
Why?

Ape,
That you ask me what you are, & do not
know your selues. Speake to 'em Foole.

Foole.
How do you Gentlemen?

All.
Gramercies good Foole: / How does
your Mistris?

Foole.
She's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chickens as
you are. Would we could see you at Corinth.

Ape.
Good, Gramercy.
Enter Page .

Foole.
Looke you, heere comes my Masters Page.

Page.
Why how now Captaine? what do
you in this wise Company. / How dost thou Apermantus?

Ape.
Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I
might answer thee profitably.

Boy.
Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscription of
these Letters, I know not which is which.

Ape.
Canst not read?

Page.
No.

Ape.
There will litle Learning dye then that
day thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to
Alcibiades. Go thou was't borne a Bastard, and thou't
dye a Bawd.

Page.
Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou shalt famish a
Dogges death. Answer not, I am gone.
Exit

Ape.
E'ne so thou out-runst Grace, / Foole I
will go with you to Lord Timons.

Foole.
Will you leaue me there?

Ape.
If Timon stay at home. / You three serue
three Vsurers?

All.
I would they seru'd vs.

Ape.
So would I: / As good a tricke as euer Hangman
seru'd Theefe.

Foole.
Are you three Vsurers men?

All.
I Foole.

Foole.
I thinke no Vsurer, but ha's a Foole to his Seruant. My
Mistris is one, and I am her Foole: when men come to
borrow of your Masters, they approach sadly, and go
away merry: but they enter my Masters house merrily,
and go away sadly. The reason of this?

Var.
I could render one.

Ap.
Do it then, that we may account thee a
Whoremaster, and a Knaue, which notwithstanding thou
shalt be no lesse esteemed.

Varro.
What is a Whoremaster Foole?

Foole.
A Foole in good cloathes, and something like thee.
'Tis a spirit, sometime t'appeares like a Lord, somtime
like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with two
stones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often like a
Knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes vp
and downe in, from fourescore to thirteen, this spirit
walkes in.

Var.
Thou art not altogether a Foole.

Foole.
Nor thou altogether a Wise man, / As much foolerie
as I haue, so much wit thou lack'st.

Ape.
That answer might haue become
Apemantus.

All.
Aside, aside, heere comes Lord
Timon.
Enter Timon and Steward.

Ape.
Come with me (Foole) come.

Foole.
do not alwayes follow Louer, elder Brother, aad
Woman, sometime the Philosopher.

Stew.
Pray you walke neere, / Ile speake with you anon.
Exeunt.

Tim.
You make me meruell wherefore ere this time
Had you not fully laide my state before me,
That I might so haue rated my expence
As I had leaue of meanes.

Stew.
You would not heare me:
At many leysures I propose.

Tim.
Go too:
Perchance some single vantages you tooke,
When my indisposition put you backe,
And that vnaptnesse made your minister
Thus to excuse your selfe.

Stew.
O my good Lord,
At many times I brought in my accompts,
Laid them before you, you would throw them off,
And say you sound them in mine honestie,
When for some trifling present you haue bid me
Returne so much, I haue shooke my head, and wept:
Yea 'gainst th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you
To hold your hand more close: I did indure
Not sildome, nor no slight checkes, when I haue
Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate,
And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lord,
Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time,
The greatest of your hauing, lackes a halfe,
To pay your present debts.

Tim.
Let all my Land be sold.

Stew.
'Tis all engag'd, some forfeyted and gone,
And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues; the future comes apace:
What shall defend the interim, and at length
How goes our reck'ning?

Tim.
To Lacedemon did my Land extend.

Stew.
O my good Lord, the world is but a word,
Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,
How quickely were it gone.

Tim.
You tell me true.

Stew.
If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood,
Call me before th'exactest Auditors,
And set me on the proofe. So the Gods blesse me,
When all our Offices haue beene opprest
With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept
With drunken spilth of Wine; when euery roome
Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,
I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke,
And set mine eyes at flow.

Tim.
Prythee no more.

Stew.
Heauens haue I said the bounty of this Lord:
How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants
This night englutted: who is not Timons,
What heart, head, sword, force, meanes, but is L. Timons:
Great Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royall Timon:
Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made:
Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showres,
These flyes are coucht.

Tim.
Come sermon me no further.
No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart;
Vnwisely, not ignobly haue I giuen.
Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke,
To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart,
If I would broach the vessels of my loue,
And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,
Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse
As I can bid thee speake.

Ste.
Assurance blesse your thoughts.

Tim
And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd,
That I account them blessings. For by these
Shall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue
How you mistake my Fortunes:
I am wealthie in my Friends.
Within there, Flauius, Seruilius?
Enter three Seruants.

Ser.
My Lord, my Lord.

Tim.
I will dispatch you seuerally. / You to Lord Lucius,
to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his Honor to day;
you to Sempronius; commend me to their loues; and
I am proud say, that my occasions haue found time to
vse 'em toward a supply of mony: let the request be
fifty Talents.

Flam.
As you haue said, my Lord.

Stew.
Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh.

Tim.
Go you sir to the Senators;
Of whom, euen to the States best health; I haue
Deseru'd this Hearing: bid 'em send o'th'instant
A thousand Talents to me.

Ste,
I haue beene bold
(For that I knew it the most generall way)
To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name,
But they do shake their heads, and I am heere
No richer in returne.

Tim.
Is't true? Can't be?

Stew.
They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot
Do what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable,
But yet they could haue wisht, they know not,
Something hath beene amisse; a Noble Nature
May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,
And so intending other serious matters,
After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions
With certaine halfe-caps, and cold mouing nods,
They froze me into Silence.

Tim.
You Gods reward them:
Prythee man looke cheerely. These old Fellowes
Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary:
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it sildome flowes,
'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde;
And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy.
Go to Ventiddius (prythee be not sad,
Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speake,
No blame belongs to thee:) Ventiddius lately
Buried his Father, by whose death hee's stepp'd
Into a great estate: When he was poore,
Imprison'd, and in scarsitie of Friends,
I cleer'd him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me,
Bid him suppose, some good necessity
Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred
With those fiue Talents; that had, giue't these Fellowes
To whom 'tis instant due. Neu'r speake, or thinke,
That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke.

Stew.
I would I could not thinke it:
That thought is Bounties Foe;
Being free it selfe, it thinkes all others so.
Exeunt
Modern text
Act II, Scene I
Enter a Senator

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.
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,
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 sound his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I say!
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
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,
But must not break my back to heal his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my relief
Must not be tossed and turned to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone.
Put on a most importunate aspect,
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.

SENATOR
I go, sir? Take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in. Come.
He gives the bonds to Caphis

CAPHIS
I will, sir.

SENATOR
Go.
Exeunt
Modern text
Act II, Scene II
Enter Flavius, Timon's steward, with many bills in
his hand

FLAVIUS
No care, no stop, so senseless of expense
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease 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 so unwise, to be so kind.
What shall be done? He will not hear till feel.
I must be round with him. Now he comes from hunting.
Fie, fie, fie, fie!
Enter Caphis, with the Servants of Isidore and Varro

CAPHIS
Good even, Varro. What, you come for money?

VARRO'S SERVANT
Is't not your business too?

CAPHIS
It is. And yours too, Isidore?

ISIDORE'S SERVANT
It is so.

CAPHIS
Would we were all discharged!

VARRO'S SERVANT
I fear it.

CAPHIS
Here comes the lord.
Enter Timon and his train, with Alcibiades

TIMON
So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
My Alcibiades. (To Caphis) With me? What is your will?

CAPHIS
My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

TIMON
Dues? Whence are you?

CAPHIS
Of Athens here, my lord.

TIMON
Go to my steward.

CAPHIS
Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month.
My master is awaked by great occasion
To call upon his own, and humbly prays you
That with your other noble parts you'll suit
In giving him his right.

TIMON
Mine honest friend,
I prithee but repair to me next morning.

CAPHIS
Nay, good my lord –

TIMON
Contain thyself, good friend.

VARRO'S SERVANT
One Varro's servant, my good lord –

ISIDORE'S SERVANT
From Isidore. He humbly prays
your speedy payment.

CAPHIS
If you did know, my lord, my master's wants –

VARRO'S SERVANT
'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord,
six weeks and past.

ISIDORE'S SERVANT
Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I
Am sent expressly to your lordship.

TIMON
Give me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on.
I'll wait upon you instantly.
Exeunt Alcibiades and Lords
(To Flavius) Come hither. Pray you,
How goes the world that I am thus encountered
With clamorous demands of broken bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts
Against my honour?

FLAVIUS
(to Caphis and the other Servants)
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business.
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

TIMON
Do so, my friends.
See them well entertained.
Exit

FLAVIUS
Pray draw near.
Exit
Enter Apemantus and the Fool

CAPHIS
Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus.
Let's ha' some sport with 'em.

VARRO'S SERVANT
Hang him, he'll abuse us!

ISIDORE'S SERVANT
A plague upon him, dog!

VARRO'S SERVANT
How dost, fool?

APEMANTUS
Dost dialogue with thy shadow?

VARRO'S SERVANT
I speak not to thee.

APEMANTUS
No,'tis to thyself. (To the Fool) Come away.

ISIDORE'S SERVANT
(to Varro's Servant) There's the
fool hangs on your back already.

APEMANTUS
No, thou standest single, th' art not on him
yet.

CAPHIS
Where's the fool now?

APEMANTUS
He last asked the question. Poor rogues and
usurers' men, bawds between gold and want!

ALL THE SERVANTS
What are we, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS
Asses.

ALL THE SERVANTS
Why?

APEMANTUS
That you ask me what you are, and do not
know yourselves. Speak to 'em, fool.

FOOL
How do you, gentlemen?

ALL THE SERVANTS
Gramercies, good fool. How does
your mistress?

FOOL
She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens as
you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!

APEMANTUS
Good, gramercy.
Enter Page

FOOL
Look you, here comes my mistress' page.

PAGE
(to the Fool)
Why, how now, captain? What do
you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS
Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I
might answer thee profitably.

PAGE
Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of
these letters. I know not which is which.

APEMANTUS
Canst not read?

PAGE
No.

APEMANTUS
There will little learning die then, that
day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to
Alcibiades. Go, thou wast born a bastard, and thou'lt
die a bawd.

PAGE
Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a
dog's death. Answer not, I am gone.
Exit

APEMANTUS
E'en so. Thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I
will go with you to Lord Timon's.

FOOL
Will you leave me there?

APEMANTUS
If Timon stay at home. – You three serve
three usurers?

ALL THE SERVANTS
Ay. Would they served us!

APEMANTUS
So would I – as good a trick as ever hangman
served thief.

FOOL
Are you three usurers' men?

ALL THE SERVANTS
Ay, fool.

FOOL
I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant. My
mistress is one, and I am her fool. When men come to
borrow of your masters, they approach sadly and go
away merry. But they enter my mistress' house merrily
and go away sadly. The reason of this?

VARRO'S SERVANT
I could render one.

APEMANTUS
Do it then, that we may account thee a
whoremaster and a knave; which notwithstanding, thou
shalt be no less esteemed.

VARRO'S SERVANT
What is a whoremaster, fool?

FOOL
A fool in good clothes, and something like thee.
'Tis a spirit. Sometime 't appears like a lord, sometime
like a lawyer, sometime like a philosopher, with two
stones more than's artificial one. He is very often like a
knight. And, generally, in all shapes that man goes up
and down in, from four score to thirteen, this spirit
walks in.

VARRO'S SERVANT
Thou art not altogether a fool.

FOOL
Nor thou altogether a wise man. As much foolery
as I have, so much wit thou lackest.

APEMANTUS
That answer might have become
Apemantus.

ALL THE SERVANTS
Aside, aside! Here comes Lord
Timon.
Enter Timon and Flavius

APEMANTUS
Come with me, fool, come.

FOOL
I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and
woman; sometime the philosopher.
Exeunt Apemantus and Fool

FLAVIUS
Pray you, walk near. I'll speak with you anon.
Exeunt Servants

TIMON
You make me marvel wherefore ere this time
Had you not fully laid my state before me,
That I might so have rated my expense
As I had leave of means.

FLAVIUS
You would not hear me.
At many leisures I proposed –

TIMON
Go to.
Perchance some single vantages you took
When my indisposition put you back,
And that unaptness made your minister
Thus to excuse yourself.

FLAVIUS
O my good lord,
At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid them before you. You would throw them off,
And say you found them in mine honesty.
When for some trifling present you have bid me
Return so much, I have shook my head and wept;
Yea, 'gainst th' authority of manners prayed you
To hold your hand more close. I did endure
Not seldom, nor no slight checks, when I have
Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
And your great flow of debts. My loved lord –
Though you hear now too late, yet now's a time –
The greatest of your having lacks a half
To pay your present debts.

TIMON
Let all my land be sold.

FLAVIUS
'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone,
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues. The future comes apace.
What shall defend the interim? And at length
How goes our reck'ning?

TIMON
To Lacedaemon did my land extend.

FLAVIUS
O my good lord, the world is but a word.
Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone!

TIMON
You tell me true.

FLAVIUS
If you suspect my husbandry of falsehood,
Call me before th' exactest auditors,
And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock
And set mine eyes at flow.

TIMON
Prithee no more.

FLAVIUS
Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
This night englutted! Who is not Timon's?
What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's?
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.
Feast-won, fast-lost. One cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couched.

TIMON
Come, sermon me no further.
No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart.
If I would broach the vessels of my love,
And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,
Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.

FLAVIUS
Assurance bless your thoughts!

TIMON
And in some sort these wants of mine are crowned,
That I account them blessings. For by these
Shall I try friends. You shall perceive
How you mistake my fortunes;
I am wealthy in my friends.
Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and another Servant

SERVANTS
My lord? My lord?

TIMON
I will dispatch you severally. You to Lord Lucius,
to Lord Lucullus you – I hunted with his honour today
– you to Sempronius. Commend me to their loves. And
I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to
use 'em toward a supply of money. Let the request be
fifty talents.

FLAMINIUS
As you have said, my lord.
Exeunt Servants

FLAVIUS
(aside)
Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Hum!

TIMON
Go you, sir, to the senators,
Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have
Deserved this hearing. Bid 'em send o'th' instant
A thousand talents to me.

FLAVIUS
I have been bold,
For that I knew it the most general way,
To them to use your signet and your name.
But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in return.

TIMON
Is't true? Can't be?

FLAVIUS
They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
Do what they would, are sorry – you are honourable –
But yet they could have wished – they know not –
Something hath been amiss – a noble nature
May catch a wrench – would all were well – 'tis pity.
And so, intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
They froze me into silence.

TIMON
You gods reward them!
Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary.
Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows.
'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind.
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
Go to Ventidius. Prithee be not sad,
Thou art true and honest. Ingeniously I speak,
No blame belongs to thee. Ventidius lately
Buried his father, by whose death he's stepped
Into a great estate. When he was poor,
Imprisoned, and in scarcity of friends,
I cleared him with five talents. Greet him from me.
Bid him suppose some good necessity
Touches his friend, which craves to be remembered
With those five talents. That had, give't these fellows
To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak or think
That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.

FLAVIUS
I would I could not think it.
That thought is bounty's foe –
Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
Exeunt
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