First Var. Serv. ^note
Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

Tit.
The like to you, kind Varro.

Hor.
Lucius!
What, do ^note we meet together?

Luc. Serv. ^note
Ay, and ^note I think
One business does command us all; for mine
Is money ^note.

Tit.
So is theirs and ours.

Enter Philotus. ^note

Luc. Serv.
And Sir Philotus ^note too!

Phi.
Good day at once.

Luc. Serv.
Welcome, good brother. ^note
What do you ^note think the hour? ^note

Phi.
Labouring for nine.

Luc. Serv.
So much?

Phi.
Is not my lord seen yet?

Luc. Serv.
Not yet.

Phi.
I wonder on't ^note; he was wont to shine at seven.

Luc. Serv.
Ay, but ^note the days are wax'd ^note shorter with him:
You must consider that a ^note prodigal ^note course
Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
I fear ^{note note}
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough and yet
Find little ^note.

Phi.
I am of your fear for that.

Tit.
I'll show you how to observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.

Hor.
Most ^note true, he does.

Tit.
And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I ^note wait for money.

Hor.
It is ^note against my heart.

Luc. Serv.
Mark ^note, 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.

Hor.
I'm ^note weary of this charge, the gods can witness ^note:
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude ^note makes it worse than stealth.

First Var. Serv. ^note
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours ^note?

Luc. Serv.
Five thousand mine ^note.

First Var. Serv. ^note
'Tis much ^note deep: and it should seem by the sum
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his ^note 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? ^note

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. ^note

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?

Sec. Var. Serv. ^note
By your leave, sir,— ^note

Flav.
What do ye ^note ask of me, my friend ^note?

Tit.
We wait for certain money here, sir.

Flav.
Ay, ^note
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 ^note of my lord's meat?
Then they could ^note smile and fawn upon his debts
And take down the interest into ^note their gluttonous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
Let me pass quietly ^note:
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 ^note 'twill not serve ^note, 'tis not so base as you;
For you serve knaves. [Exit. ^note

First Var. Serv. ^note

How! ^note what does his cashiered worship mutter?

Sec. Var. Serv. ^note

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 ^note against great buildings.

Tit.

O, here's Servilius; now we shall know ^note some answer.

Ser.

If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair ^note some other hour, I should derive much ^note from 't ^note: for, take 't of ^note my soul, my lord leans wondrously to discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him; he's ^note much out of health and keeps his chamber. ^note

Luc. Serv.
Many do keep their chambers are not sick:
And if ^note it ^note 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 answer, sir ^note.

Flam. [Within]
Servilius, help! My lord! my lord! Enter Timon, in a rage ^note; Flaminius following. ^{note note}

Tim.
What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol ^note?
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 ^note my bill.

Luc. Serv.

Here's mine.

Hor. ^note

And mine, my lord.

Both Var. Serv. ^note

And ours, my lord.

Phi.

All ^note our bills.

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

Luc. Serv.

Alas, my lord,— ^note

Tim.

Cut ^note 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 ^note that. What ^note yours?— and yours? ^note

First Var. Serv. ^note

My lord,— ^note

Sec. Var. Serv. ^note

My lord,— ^{note note}

Tim.

Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon ^note you!

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.