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.

Hor. I am weary of this charge, the gods can witness : I know, my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,

And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

1 Var. Serv, Yes, mine's three thousand crowns : What's yours?

Luc. Serv. Five thousand mine,

1 Var. Serv. 'Tis much deep and it should seem by the sum,

Your master's confidence was above mine;

Else, surely, his had equall'd.

Enter FLAMINIUS.

Tit. One of lord Timon's men.

Luc. Serv. Flaminius! sir, a word: 'Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?

Flam. No, indeed, he is not.

Tit. We attend his lordship; 'pray, signify so much, Flam. I need not tell him that; he knows, you are too diligent,

Enter FLAVIUS in a cloak, muffled.

[Exit.

Luc. Serv. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? He goes away in a cloud; call him, call him.

Tit. Do you hear, sir?

1 Var. Serv. By your leave, sir,

Flav. What do you ask of me, my friend?
Tit. We wait for certain money here, sir.
Flav. 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? Then they could smile, and fawn
Upon his debts, and take down th' interest

Into their gluttonous maws; You do yourselves but wrong,
To stir me up; Let me pass quietly:

Believe't, my lord and I have made an end;

I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve.

Flav. If 'twill not,

'Tis not so base as you; For you serve knaves.

[Exit.

1 Var. Serv. How! what does his cashier'd worship

mutter?

[8] That is, of this commission, of this employment.

JOHNSON.

2 Var. Serv. 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.

Enter SERVILIUS.

Tit. O, here's Servilius; now we shall know
Some answer.

Serv. If I might beseech you, gentlemen,
To repair some other hour, I should much
Derive from it: for, take it on my soul,
My lord leans wond'rously to discontent.
His comfortable temper has forsook him;

He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

Luc. Serv. 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.

Ser. Good gods!

Tit. We cannot take this for an answer, sir.

Flam. [within.] Servilius, help!-my lord! my lord!. Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following. Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd 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,

Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

Luc. Serv. Put in now, Titus.

Tit. My lord, here is my bill.

Luc. Serv. Here's mine.

Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.

Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord.

Phi. All our bills.

Tim. Knock me down with 'em : cleave me to the gir

Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,

Tim. Cut my heart in sums.

Tit. Mine, fifty talents.

Tim. Tell out my blood.

Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord.

Tim. Five thousand drops pays that.

What yours ?-and yours?

1 Var. Serv. My lord,

[dle.

[8] Timon catches at the word bills, and alludes to the bills or battle-axes, which the ancient soldiery carried, and were still used by the watch in Shakespeare's time.

STEEVENS.

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2 Var. Serv. My lord,

Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you! [Exit. Hor. 'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.

Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.

[Exeunt.

Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the Creditors!-devils.

Flav. My dear lord,

Tim. What if it should be so?

Floro. My lord,

Tim. I'll have it so :-My steward!

Flav. Here, my lord.

Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all:
I'll once more feast the rascals.

Flav. O my lord,

You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.

Tim. 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.

SCENE V.

[slaves:

[Exeunt.

The same. The Senate-House. The Senate sitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended.

1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die :

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him.

Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate! 1 Sen. Now, captain?

Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;

For pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy

Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath steep'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge into it.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,'

[1] Putting this action of his, which was pre-determined by fate, out of the question. STEEVENS.

Of comely virtues ;

Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice;
(An honour in him, which buys out his fault,)
But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit,

Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe :

And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox,' Striving to make an ugly deed look fair :

Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born :
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer

The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs His outsides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,

To bring it into danger.

If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,

What folly 'tis, to hazard life for ill?

Alcib. My lord,→→→

1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear; To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.-

Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
And not endure all threatnings? sleep upon it,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
Without repugnancy ? but if there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant,
That stay at home, if bearing carry it;

And th' ass, more captain than the lion; the felon,
Loaden, with irons, wiser than the judge,

If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,

As you are great, be pitifully good :

Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?

To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust ;*

[2] Unnoted, for common, bounded.---Behave, for curb, manage. WARBURTON. [3] You undertake a paradox too hard.

JOHNSON.

[4] What do we, or what have we to do in the field?

JOHNSON.

5) I believe gust means rashness. The allusion may be to a sudden gust of wind. STEEVENS.

But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in anger, is impiety;

But who is man, that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.

2 Sen. You breathe in vain.
Alcib. In vain ? his service done
At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium,
Were a sufficient briber for his life.

1 Sen. What's that?

Alcib. Why I say, my lords, h'as done fair service, And slain in fight many of your enemies :

How full of valour did he bear himself

In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds?

2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he Is a sworn rioter : h'as a sin that often

Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
If there were no foes, that were enough alone
To overcome him: in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions: 'Tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.
1 Sen. He dies.

Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him,

(Though his right arm might purchase his own time,

And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you,

Take my deserts to his, and join them both :
And, for I know, your reverend ages love
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
My honour to you, upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore;
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, On height of our displeasure: Friend, or brother, He forfeits his own blood, that spills another.

Alcib. Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me.

2 Sen. How?

Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me;

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[6] I call mercy herself to witness, that defensive violence is just. JOHNSON. A sworn rioter, is a man who practises riot, as if he had by an oath made it his duty. JOHN. [8] He charges them obliquely with being usurers. JOHNSON.