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'Tis all engag'd, 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 or falsehood,

Call me before th' exactest auditors

And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,

When all our offices have been oppress'd

With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept

With drunken spilth of wine, when every room

Hath blaz'd with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy,

I have retir'd 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 Lord 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 show'rs,

These flies are couch'd.

TIMON.

Come, sermon me no further.

No villainous bounty yet hath pass'd 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 crown'd

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 to-day. 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? Humh!

TIMON.

Go you, sir, to the senators,

Of whom, even to the state's best health, I have

Deserv'd 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 wish'd- 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 cak'd, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;

'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;

And nature, as it grows again toward earth,

Is fashion'd 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 stepp'd

Into a great estate. When he was poor,

Imprison'd, and in scarcity of friends,

I clear'd him with five talents. Greet him from me,

Bid him suppose some good necessity

Touches his friend, which craves to be rememb'red

With those five talents. That had, give't these fellows

To whom 'tis instant due. Nev'r