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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE II. Timon's hall. Enter Flavius, with many bills in his hand.

Flav.
No care, no stop? so senseless of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no account
How things go from him, and resumes no care
Of what is to continue: never mind
Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
What shall be done?—he will not hear, 'till feel:
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fie, fie, fie, fie.

-- 27 --

Enter Caphis, Isidore, and Varro.

Cap.
Good evening, Varro; what, you come for mony?

Var.
Is't not your business too?

Cap.
It is, and yours too, Isidore?

Isid.
It is so.

Cap.
Would we were all discharg'd.

Var.
I fear it.

Cap.
Here comes the lord.
Enter Timon, and his train.

Tim.
So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
My Alcibiades.—Well what's your will?
[They present their bills.

Cap.
My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

Tim.
Dues? whence are you?

Cap.
Of Athens here, my lord.

Tim.
Go to my steward.

Cap.
Please it your lordship, he hath put me off,
To the succession of new days, this month:
My master is awak'd by great occasion,
To call upon his own; and humbly prays you
That with your other noble parts you'll suit,
In giving him his right.

Tim.
Mine honest friend,
I pr'ythee but repair to me next morning.

Cap.
Nay, good my lord.

Tim.
Contain thy self, good friend.

Var.
One Varro's servant, my good lord—

Isid.
From Isidore, he prays your speedy payment—

Cap.
If you did know, my lord, my master's wants—

Var.
'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks, and past—

Isid.
Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I
Am sent expresly to your lordship.

-- 28 --

Tim.
Give me breath: [To the lords.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on, [Exeunt lords.
I'll wait upon you instantly. Come hither:
How goes the world that I am thus encountred
With clam'rous claims of debt, of broken bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?

Fla.
Pease you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunity cease, 'till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

Tim.
Do so, my friends; see them well entertain'd. [Exit Tim.

Stew.
Pray draw near. [Exit Stew.
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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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