Serv.
My Lord, my Lord.

Tim.
I will dispatch you sev'rally.

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.

Flam.
As you have said, my Lord.

Flav.
Lord Lucius and Lucullus? hum—

Tim.
Go, you, Sir, to the Senators; [To Flavius.
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.

Flav.
I've been bold,
For that ^{8 note}

Tim.
Is't true? can't be?

Flav.
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't—They know not—
Something hath been amiss—a noble nature
May catch a wrench—'Would all were well—'Tis pity—
And so ^{9 note}intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks, ^{1 note}

Tim.
You Gods reward them!
I pr'ythee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
^{4 note}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 tow'rd earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.
Go to Ventidius—Pr'ythee, be not sad,
Thou'rt true, and just; ingenuously I speak,
No Blame belongs to thee.—Ventidius lately
Bury'd 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 remember'd
With those five talents. That had, give't these fellows
To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.

Stew.
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