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_ ACT III SCENE II
A public place
Enter Lucius, with three STRANGERS
LUCIUS. Who, the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend, and an
honourable gentleman.
FIRST STRANGER. We know him for no less, though we are but
strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and
which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's happy
hours
are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.
LUCIUS. Fie, no: do not believe it; he cannot want for money.
SECOND STRANGER. But believe you this, my lord, that not long
ago
one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many
talents; nay, urg'd extremely for't, and showed what
necessity
belong'd to't, and yet was denied.
LUCIUS. How?
SECOND STRANGER. I tell you, denied, my lord.
LUCIUS. What a strange case was that! Now, before the gods, I
am
asham'd on't. Denied that honourable man! There was very
little
honour show'd in't. For my own part, I must needs confess I
have
received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate,
jewels,
and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he
mistook him and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his
occasion so many talents.
Enter SERVILIUS
SERVILIUS. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to
see
his honour.- My honour'd lord!
LUCIUS. Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well;
commend
me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
SERVILIUS. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent-
LUCIUS. Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that
lord:
he's ever sending. How shall I thank him, think'st thou? And
what
has he sent now?
SERVILIUS. Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord,
requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so
many
talents.
LUCIUS. I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
SERVILIUS. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
LUCIUS. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
SERVILIUS. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.
LUCIUS. What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against
such
a good time, when I might ha' shown myself honourable! How
unluckily it happ'ned that I should purchase the day before
for a
little part and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now
before the gods, I am not able to do- the more beast, I say!
I
was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can
witness; but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had
done't
now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and I hope
his
honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no
power
to be kind. And tell him this from me: I count it one of my
greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an
honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so
far
as to use mine own words to him?
SERVILIUS. Yes, sir, I shall.
LUCIUS. I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
Exit SERVILIUS
True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
And he that's once denied will hardly speed. Exit
FIRST STRANGER. Do you observe this, Hostilius?
SECOND STRANGER. Ay, too well.
FIRST STRANGER. Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the
same
piece
Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him his friend
That dips in the same dish? For, in my knowing,
Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse;
Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
And yet- O, see the monstrousness of man
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!-
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.
THIRD STRANGER. Religion groans at it.
FIRST STRANGER. For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me
To mark me for his friend; yet I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart. But I perceive
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.
Exeunt. _
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