ACT III
Scene IV.
 

A hall in TIMON'S house

Enter two Of VARRO'S MEN, meeting LUCIUS' SERVANT, and others,
all being servants of TIMON's creditors, to wait for his coming out.
Then enter TITUS and HORTENSIUS

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

TITUS
The like to you, kind Varro.

HORTENSIUS
Lucius! What, do we meet together?

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Ay, and I think one business does command us all;
for mine is money.

TITUS
So is theirs and ours.

Enter PHILOTUS

LUCIUS' SERVANT
And Sir Philotus too!

PHILOTUS
Good day at once.

LUCIUS' SERVANT
welcome, good brother, what do you think the hour?

PHILOTUS
Labouring for nine.

LUCIUS' SERVANT
So much?

PHILOTUS
Is not my lord seen yet?

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Not yet.

PHILOTUS
I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.

LUCIUS' 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.
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 t' observe a strange event.
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.

LUCIUS' 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;
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's
yours?

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Five thousand mine.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
'Tis much deep; and it should seem by th'
sum
Your master's confidence was above mine,
Else surely his had equall'd.

Enter FLAMINIUS

TITUS
One of Lord Timon's men.

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to
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 to diligent.

Exit

Enter FLAVIUS, in a cloak, muffled

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Ha! Is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.

TITUS
Do you hear, sir?

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT
By your leave, sir.

FLAVIUS
What do ye ask of me, my friend?

TITUS
We wait for certain money here, sir.

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?
Then they could smile, and fawn upon his debts,
And take down th' int'rest into their glutt'nous 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.

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Ay, but this answer will not serve.

FLAVIUS
If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you,
For you serve knaves.

Exit

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
How! What does his cashier'd worship mutter?

SECOND VARRO'S 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.

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; he's much out of health and keeps his chamber.

LUCIUS' 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!

TITUS
We cannot take this for answer, sir.

FLAMINIUS
[Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!

Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following

TIMON
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?

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Put in now, Titus.

TITUS
My lord, here is my bill.

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Here's mine.

HORTENSIUS
And mine, my lord.

BOTH VARRO'S SERVANTS
And ours, my lord.

PHILOTUS
All our bills.

TIMON
Knock me down with 'em; cleave me to the girdle.

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Alas, my lord-

TIMON
Cut my heart in sums.

TITUS
Mine, fifty talents.

TIMON
Tell out my blood.

LUCIUS' SERVANT
Five thousand crowns, my lord.

TIMON
Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? and yours?

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT
My lord-

SECOND VARRO'S 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 call'd 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?

FLAMINIUS
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- 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
A moderate table.

TIMON
Be it 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