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I proythee, let us be provided
I scarce know how.
[.Aside. Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the Lord Lu
cius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
Tim. I shall accept them fairly: let the presents
Enter a third Servant. Be worthily entertain'd.—How now, what news ?
3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, lord Luculius, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.
Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be receiv'd, Not without fair reward.
Flav. Aside.] What will this come to ? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, And all out of an empty coffer. Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good;' His promises fly so beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes For every word; he is so kind, that he now' Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books. Well, 'would I were gently put out of office, Before I were forc'd out! Happier is he that has no friend to feed, Than such as do even enemies ex.ceed. I bleed inwardly for my lord.
i. You do yourselves ... 5
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own me
rits: Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will
receive it. 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty !
Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on: it is yours, because you lik’d it.
2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
None so welcome.
Ay, defiled land, my lord, i Lord. We are so virtuously bound,
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,
The best of happiness, Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon! Tim. Ready for his friends.
[Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, &c. - Apem.
What a coil's here!
LAN to you.] i. e. all good wishes, or all happiness to you.
Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums!
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee. '. Apem.'
No, I'll nothing: for, If I should be brib’d too, there would be none left To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st sin the
faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly:* What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories? Tim.
Nay, An you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn, not to give regard to you. Farewell; and come with better musick. [Exit. Apem.
So;Thou'lt not hear me now,--thou shalt not then, I'll
lock Thy heaven" from thee. O, tbat men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery ! [Exit.
• Serving of becks,] Beck means a salutation made with the head. To serve a beck is to offer a salutation.
* \Vilt give away thyself in paper shortly:] i. c. be ruined by his securities entered into.
5 Thy heaven --] By his heaven he means good advice, the only thing by which he could be saved.
ACT II. SCENE I. The same. A Room in a Senator's
House, Enter a Senator, with Papers in his Hand. Sen. 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 siniles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say!
Enter Caphis. Caph. Here, sir; What is your pleasure ? Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord
Timon; Importune him for my monies; be not ceas’d? With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when . Commend me to your master—and the cap Plays in the right hand, thus:--but tell him, sirrah,
- no reason Can found his state in safety.] Reason cannot find his fortune to have any safe or solid foundation.
we be not ceas'd ] i. e, stopped.
My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
Çaph. I go, sir.
Sen. I go, sir?---take the bonds along with you,
I will, sir.
Enter Flavius, with many Bills in his Hand.
Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expence, 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,8
Never mind Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.] Nothing can be worse,' or more obscurely expressed: and all for the sake of a wretched rhyme. But of this mode of expression conversation affords many. examples : “ I was always to be blamed, whatever happened.” ♡ I am in the lottery, but I was always to draw blanks."