SCENE V.
Enter Timon, in a rage.
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, shew me an iron-heart?
Luc.
Put in now, Titus.
Tit.
My Lord, here's my bill.
Luc.
Here's mine.
Var.
And mine, my Lord.
Caph.
And ours, my Lord.
Phi.
And our bills.
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Tim.
Knock me down with 'em. Cleave me to the
girdle.
Luc.
Alas! my Lord.
Tim.
Cut out my heart in sums.
Tit.
Mine, fifty talents.
Tim.
Tell out my blood.
Luc.
Five thousand crowns, my Lord.
Tim.
Five thousand drops pay that.
What yours—and yours?
Var.
My Lord—
Caph.
My Lord—
Tim.
Here 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 be well call'd
desperate ones, for a mad man owes 'em.
[Exeunt.
Re-enter Timon and Flavius.
Tim.
They have e'en put my breath from me, the
slaves. Creditors!—devils.
Flav.
My dear Lord,—
Tim.
What if it should be so?—
Flav.
My dear 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's not so much left as to furnish out
A moderate table.
Tim.
Be it not thy care.
Go, and invite them all, let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my Cook and I'll provide.
[Exeunt.
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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
