TIMON OF ATHENS. PERSONS REPRESENTED. Timon, a noble Athenian. Two Servants of Varro. LUCIUS, The Servant of Isidore. LUCULLUS, Lord and Flatterers of Timon. Two of Timon's Creditors. SEMPRONIUS, CUPID and Maskers. VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends. Three Strangers. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher. Poet. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General. Painter. FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon. Jeweller. FLAMINICS, Merchant. LUCILIUS, Timon's Servants. An old Athenian. SERVILIUS, A Page. A Fool. CAPHIS, PHRYNIA, PHILOTUS, TIMANDRA, Mistresses to Alcibiades. Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, HORTENSIUS, and Attendants. SCENE, Athens, and the Woods adjoining. ACT I. SCENE I.-Athens. A Hall in Timon's House. Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chates. What have you there? Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Pain. A picture, sir.-And when comes your others, at several doors. book forth ? Poet. Good-day, sir. Poet. U pon the heels of my presentment,4 sir. Pain. I am glad you are well. Let's see your piece. Poet. I have not seen you long ; How goes the Pain. 'Tis a good piece. world? Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Pain. Indifferent. Admirable: How this grace Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch; Is'i good ? I'll say of it, Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Pain. How this lord's follow'd ! Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir? Poet. The senators of Athens : Happy men ! Jew. If he will touch the estimate; But, for that, Pain. Look, more! Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood vile, of visitors. It stains the glory in that happy verse I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, Which aptly sings the good. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug Mer. 'Tis a good form. With amplest entertainment: My free drift (Looking at the jewel. Halts not particularly, but moves itself Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. In a wide sea of wax: no levelled malice Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de- Infects one comma in the course I hold; dication But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, To the great lord. Lcaving no track behind. Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Puin. How shall I understand you? Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes Poet. I'll unbolt to you. From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i' the fint You see how all conditions, how all minds, Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame • As soon as my book has been presented to Timon. 1 Inured by constant practice. 9 Continual. . i.e. The contest of art with nature. Ii.e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds. • My design does not stop at any particular character. (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as Tim. Well; what further? Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, On whom I may confer what I have got: Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, The maid is tair, o' the youngest for a bride, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance And I have bred her at my dearest cost, All sorts ofhearts; yea, from the glass-faced ilatterer? In qualities of the best. This man of thine To A pemantus, that few things loves better Attempts her love: I pr’ythee, noble lord, Than to abhor himself; even he drops down Join with me to forbid him her resort; The knee before him, and returns in peace Myself have spoke in vain. Most rich in Timon's nod. Tim. The man is honest. Pain. I saw them speak together. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : Tim. Does she love him ! That labor on the bosom of this sphere Old Ath. She is young and apt: Tim. (To Lucilius.] Love you the maid? Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; Luc. Xy, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Translates his rivals.. missing, Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. I call the gods to witness, I will choose This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, mcthinks, Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, And dispossess her all. Bowing his head against the steepy mount Tim. How shall she be endow'd, To climb his happiness, would be well express'd If she be mated with an equal husband? In our condition. Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in fuPoct. Nay, sir, but hear me on: ture, all; All those which were his fellows but of late, Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me (Some better than his value,) on the moment long; Follow his strides, his lobbies till with tendance, To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, Drink the free air. And make him weigh with her. Old Ath. Most noble lord, Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of Pawn me to this your honor, she is his. mood, Tim. My hand to thee; mine honor on my proSpurns down her late belov’d, all his dependants, mise. Which labor'd after him to the mountain's top, Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship; Never may Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Not one accompanying his declining foot. Which is not ow'd to you! Pain. Tis common: [Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. A thousand moral paintings I can show, Poel. Vouchsafe my labor, and long live your That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune lordship! More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: To show lord Timon that mean eyes have seen Go not away:-What have you there, my friend? The foot above the head. Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your lordship to accept. Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Tim. Painting is welcome. Servant of Ventidius talking with him. The painting is almost the natural man; Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ? | For since dishonor tratlics with man's nature, Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are debt; Even such as they give out. I like your work; His means most short, bis creditors most strait : And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Your honorable letter he desires Till you hear further from me. To those have shut him up; which, failing to him, Puin. The gods preserve you! Periods his confort. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen :-Give me your Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; hand: I am not of that feather, to shake off We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel My friend when he must need me. I do know him Hath sutler'd under praise. A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Jew. What, my lord? dispraise ? Which he shall have:I'll pay the debt, and free him. Tim. A mere satiety of commendations. Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. If I should pay you fort as 'tis extollid, Jew. My lord, 'tis rated And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me: As those,which sell,wonld give: But you well know, 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, Things of like value, dillering in the owners, But to support him after.-Fare you well. Are prized by their masters; believe't, dear lord, Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honor! [Exit. You mend the jewel by wearing it. Tim. Well mock'd. Enter an old Athenian. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. tongue, Tim. Freely, good father. Which all men speak with him. Oll Ath. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius. Tim. Look, who comes here? Will you be chid ? Tim. I have so: What of him ? Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before Enter APEMANTUS. thee. Jew. We will bear with your lordship. Tim. Attends he here, or no ?—Lucilius! Mer. He'll spare pone. Enter Lucilius. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle A pemantus! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morLuc. Here, at your lordship's service. row; Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy When thou 'art Timon's dog, and these knaves creature, honest. By night frequents my house. I am a man Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; know'st them not. And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Apen. Are they not Athenians ? Than one which holds a trencher. Tim. Yes. * One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron. Apem. Then I repent not. • To advance their conditions of life. » Ruin, name. law. Jew. You know me, A pemantus. 1 Lord. That time serves still. A pem. Thou know'st i do; I call'd thee by thy Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. Tim. Thou art proud, A peinantus. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. Apem. Of nothing so much, as that I am not Apem. Ay; to see ineat fill knaves, and wine like Timon. heat fools. Tim. Whither art going? 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. To knockout an honest Athenian's brains. Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice. Tim. That's deed thou'lt die for. 2 Lord. Why, A pemantus ? Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none. Tim. How lik'st thou this picture, A pemantus ? 1 Lord. Hang thyself. Apem. The best, for the innocence. Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding; Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it? make thy requests to thy friend. Apem. He wrought better that made the painter; 2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. thee hence. Päin. You are a dog. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass. Apem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's (Exit. she, if I be a dog ? 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall Tim. Wilt dine with me, A pemantus ? we in, Apem. No; I eat not lords. And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he outgoes Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies. The very heart of kindness. Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus the god of gold bellies. Is but his steward: no meed,2 but he re pays Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, Apem. So thou apprehend'st it; Take it for thy But breeds the giver a return exceeding labor. All use of quittance.3 Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, A pemantus? 1 Lord. The noblest mind he carries, Apem. Not so well as plain dealing, which will That ever govern'd man. not cost a man a doit. 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? we in ? Apem. Not worth my thinking:-How now, poet? 1 Lord. I'll keep you company. [Exeunt. Poet. How now, philosopher ? Apem. Thou liest. SCENE II.-A Room of State in Timon's House. Puet. Art not one ? Hautboys playing loud Music. A great Banquet Apem. Yes. served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then Poel. Then I lie not. enter TIMON, ALCIBIADES, LOCIS, LUCCLLUS, Apem. Art not a poet? SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with Poet. Yes, VENTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, dropApem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, ping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly. where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Puet. That's not teign'd, he is so. Ven. Most honor'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee My father's age, and call him to long peace. gods remember for thy labor: 'He that loves to be tattered, is worthy He is gone happy, and has left me rich: o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord ! Tim. What wouldst do then, Apemantus ? Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart, I do return those talents, Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart. Doubled with thanks, and service, from whose help Tim. What, thyself? I deriv'd liberty. o, by no means, Apem. Ay. Honest Ventidius: you mistake my love; Can truly say, he gives, if he receives : If our betters play at that game, we must not dare Mer. Ay, A pemantus. To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair. Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will Ven. A noble spirit. not! Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. [They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON. Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss Tim. Nay, my lords, ceremony thee! On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant. Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; Tim. What trumpet's that? But where there is true friendship, there needs Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Pray sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to Than my fortunes to me. [They sit. [Exeunt some Attendants. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confessed'it. You must needs dine with me:--Go not you hence, Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd ii ? hang'd it, have you Till I have thank'd you; and when dinner's done, not? Show me this piece.--I am joyful of your sights.- Tim. O, A pemantus !-you are welcome. Apem. No, Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. You shall not make me welcome; Most welcome, sir ! [They salute. I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. Apem. So, so; there! Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! humor there That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame: knaves, They say, my lords, that ira furor brevis est, And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out But yond' man's ever angry: Into baboon and monkey., Go, let him have a table by himself; Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed For he does neither affect company, Most hungrily on your sight. Nor is he fit for it, indeed. Tim. Right welcome, sir: Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon; Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time I come to observe; I give thee warning on't. In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athe(Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. nian; therefore welcome : I myself would have no power: pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. Enter two Lords. Apem. I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for 1 Lord. What time a day is't, A pemantus ? I should Apem. Time to be honest. 9 Meed here means desert. "Alluding to the proverb : Plain dealing is a jewel, but gi.e. All the customary returns made in discharge ou they who use it beggars. obligations. • Anger is a short madness. none. US. Ne'er flatter thee.- you gods! what a number 3 Lord. I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! much. It grieves me to see so many dip their meat Apem. Much ! (Tucket sounden. In one man's blood; and all the madness is, Tim. What means that trump ?-How now? He cheers them up too.5 Enter a Servant. Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance. Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. Tim. Ladies? what are their wills? There's much example fort; the fellow, that Sits nexthim now,parts bread with him and pledges lord, which bears that ottice,tosignify their pleasures Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my The breath of him in a divided draught, Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov'd. Tim. I pray, let them be admitted. If I Enter Cupid. Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; Cup. Hail to thee, worthy Timon;—and to all Lest theyshouldspymywindpipe's dangerous notes: That of his bounties taste !--The five best senses Great men should drink with harness on their Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely throats. To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : The ear, Tim. My lord, in heart;) and let the health go Taste, touch, smell, all pleas'd from thy table rise; round. They only now come but to feast thine eyes. 2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind Apem. Flow this way! admittance: A brave fellow !-he keeps his tides well. Timon, Music, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid. Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill, 1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you are Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, belov'd. Honest water, which ne'er left man i' mire: Music. Re-enter Cupid, with a Masque of Ladies This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds, as Amazons, with Lutes in their Hands, dancing, Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. and playing APEMANTUS'S GRACE. Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way! They dance! they are mad women. Like madness is the glory of this life, As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's not Depraved, or depraves? who dies, that bears Notone spurn to their graves of their friends' gift? [Eats and drinks. I should fear, those, that dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done; Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus! Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field The Lords rise from Table with much adoring of now. Timon; and to show their Loves, each singles out Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord. an Amazon, and all dance, Men with Women, a Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of ene lofty Strain or two to the Hautboys, and cease. mies, than a dinner of friends. Alcib. So they were bleeding-new, my lord, Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best fair ladies, friend at such a feast. Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine which was not half so beautiful and kind; enemies then; and then thou might'st kill 'em, and you have added worth unto't, and lively lustre, bid me to 'em. And entertain'd me with mine own device; 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my I am to thank you for it. lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. we might express some part of our zeals, we should Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would think ourselves for ever perfect. not hold taking, I doubt me. Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet themselves have provided that I shall have much Attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves, help from you: How had you been my friends else? All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. why have you that charitable title from thousands, [Exeunt CUPID, and Ladies. did you not chietly belong to my heart? I have told Tim. Flavius, more of you to myself, than you can with modesty Flav. My lord. speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm Tim. The little casket bring me hither. you. 0, you gods, think I, what need we have any Fluv. Yes, my lord.-More jewels yet! friends, it ' we should never have need of them? There is no crossing him in his humor; [ Aside. they were the most needless creatures living, should Else I should tell him,-Well.-i'faith, I should, we ne'er have use for them; and would most re When all's spent, he'd be cross'd' then, an he could. semble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that 'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.2 often wished myself poorer, that I might come [E.vil, and returns with the Casket. nearer to you. We are born to do benefits : and 1 Lord. Where be our men ? what better or properer can we call our own than Sery, Here, my lord, in readiness. the riches of our friends? 0, what a precious 2 Lord. Our horses. comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, com Tim. O my friends, I have one word manding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made To say to you :-Look you, my good lord, I must away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold Entreat you, honor me so much, as to out water, methinks: to forget their faults, I drink Advance this jewel; Accept, and wear it, kind my lord. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. 1 Lord. I am so far already in your gifts, 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes, All. So are we all. And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up: Enter a Servant. Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a Serv.My lord,there are certain nobles of the senate bastard. Newly alighted, and come to visit you. 3 The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit, , Much, was formerly an expression of contemptuous by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they admiration. kill: and the wonder is, that the animal, on which they Shakspeare plays on the word crossed; alluding to are feeding, cheers them to the chags. the piece of silver money called a cross. • Armor. With sincerity. & Foolish, . For his nobleness of soul. to you. no man Tim. They are fairly welcome. Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, Flar. I beseech your honor, Tim. Near? why then another time I'll hear thee: I weigh my friend's allection with mine own: I'll tell you true. I'll call on you. To show them entertainment. All Lords. None so welcome Flav. I scarce know how. Tim. I take all and your several visitations [Asile. So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Enter another Servant. Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends 2 Serv. May it please your honor, the lord Lucius, And ne'er be weary:-Alcibiades, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich, Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver. It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living Lie in a pitch'd field. Alcih. Ay, defiled land, my lord. Be worthily entertain'd.-How now, what news? 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound,3 Sery. Please you, my lord, that honorable Tim. And so gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company Am I to you. to-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your 2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd,honor two brace of greyhounds. T'im. All to you.4– Lights, more lights. Tim. I'll hunt with him; And let them be 1 Lord. The best of happiness, receiv'd, Honor, and fortunes, keep with you, lord T'ímon! Not without fair reward. Tim. Ready for his friends. (Exeunt ALCIBIADES, Lords, &c. He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, Apem. What a coil's here! And all out of an empty cofler. Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums! Nor will he know his purse; or yield me this, I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums To show him what a beggar his heart is, That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs : Being of no power to make his wishes good; Methinks, false bearts should never have sound legs. His promises fly so beyond his state, Thus honest tools lay out their wealth on court'sjes. That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes Tim. Now, A pemantus, if thou wert not sullen, For every word; he is so kind, that he now I'd be good to thee. Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books. А рет. No, I'll nothing: for, Well, 'would I were gently put out of office, If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left Before I were forc'd out! To rail upon thee; and then thou wouldst sin the Happier is he that has no friend to feed, faster. Than such as do even enemies exceed. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou I bleed inwardly for my lord. [Exit. Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly: Tim. You do yourselves What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories ? Much wrong. you bate too much of yourown merits: Tim. Nay, Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. An you begin to rail on society once, 2 Lord. With more than common thanks I will I am sworn, not to give regard to you. receive it. Farewell; and come with better music. (E.cit. 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty! Apem. $0;Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Thou'lt not hear me now,-thou shalt not then, Good words the other day of a bay courser I'll lock I rode on: it is yours, because you liked it. Thy heaven from thee. 0,that men's ears should be 2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in To counsel deaf, but not to flattery ! (Exit. that. ACT II. SCENE 1.- A Room in a Senator's House. But find supply immediate. Get you gone: Put on a most importunate aspéct, A visage of demand; for, I do fear, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flashes now a phenix. Get you gone. Which makes it five-and-twenty.-Still in motion Caph. I go, sir. of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. Sen. I go, sir ?--take the bonds along with you, If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog, And have the dates in compt. And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold: Cuph. I will, sir. Go. (Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Hall in Timon's House. And able horses : No porter at his gate; Bit rather one that smiles, and still invites Enter Flavius, with many Bills in his Hand. All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Flav. No care, no stop! so senseless of expense, Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho! That he will neither know how to maintain it, Caphis, I say ! Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account Enter CAPHIS. How things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue : Never mind Caph. Here, sir, what is your pleasure? Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. Sen. Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel : Timon; I must be round with him, now he comes from Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased3 hunting. With slight denial; nor then silenced, when Fye, fye, fye, fye! Commend me to your master-and the cap Plays in the right hand thus:-but tell him, sirrah, Enter Caphis, and the Servants of Isidore and My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn VARRO. Out of mine own; his days and times are past, Caph. Good even, Varro: What, And my reliances on his fracted dates You come for money ? Have smit my credit: I love, and honor him; Var. Serv. Is't not your business too? But must not break my back, to heal his finger. Caph. It is ;-and yours too, Isidore ? Immediate are my needs; and my relief Isid. Serv. It is so. Must not be toss'd and turn’d to me in words, die. All happiness to you. • Offering salutation. · Stopped. & By his heaven he means good advice. |