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 goal?
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.
Cap.
And ours, my lord!
Phi.
And our bills.
Tim.
Knock me down with 'em—cleave me to the girdle.
Luc.
Alas, my lord.
Tim.
Cut out my heart in sums.
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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—
Cap.
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 mony, 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.
Flam.
My dear lord.
Tim.
What if it should be so—
Fla.
My dear lord.
Tim.
I'll have it so—My steward!
Fla.
Here, my lord.
Tim.
So fitly!—Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius. All—
I'll once more feast the rascals.
Fla.
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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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].
