Scene IV

The same. A hall in Timon's house

Enter two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of Lucius, meeting Titus, Hortensius, and other Servants of Timon's creditors, waiting his coming out

Varro's First Servant

Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

Titus

The like to you kind Varro.

Hortensius

Lucius!
What, do we meet together?

Lucilius' Servant

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

Titus

So is theirs and ours.

Enter Philotus

Lucilius' Servant

And Sir Philotus too!

Philotus

Good day at once.

Lucilius' Servant

Welcome, good brother.
What do you think the hour?

Philotus

Labouring for nine.

Lucilius' Servant

So much?

Philotus

Is not my lord seen yet?

Lucilius' Servant

Not yet.

Philotus

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

Lucilius' Servant

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

Philotus

I am of your fear for that.

Titus

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

Hortensius

Most true, he does.

Titus

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

Hortensius

It is against my heart.

Lucilius' Servant

Mark, 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.

Hortensius

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

Varro's First Servant

Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?

Lucilius' Servant

Five thousand mine.

Varro's First Servant

'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd.
Enter Flaminius.

Titus

One of Lord Timon's men.

Lucilius' Servant

Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord ready to come forth?

Flaminius

No, indeed, he is not.

Titus

We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.

Flaminius

I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent. [Exit]

Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled

Lucilius' Servant

Ha! is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him.

Titus

Do you hear, sir?

Varro's Second Servant

By your leave, sir,—

Flavius

What do ye ask of me, my friend?

Titus

We wait for certain money here, sir.

Flavius

Ay, 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 of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts
And take down the interest into their gluttonous maws.
You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;
Let me pass quietly:
Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end;
I have no more to reckon, he to spend.

Lucilius' Servant

Ay, but this answer will not serve.

Flavius

If 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you;
For you serve knaves.

Exit

Varro's First Servant

How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?

Varro's Second Servant

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 against great buildings.

Enter Servilius

Titus

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

Servilius

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

Lucilius' Servant

Many do keep their chambers are not sick:
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

Servilius

Good gods!

Titus

We cannot take this for answer, sir.

Flaminius

Within

Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!

Enter Timon, in a rage, Flaminius following

Timon

What, are my doors opposed 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, show me an iron heart?

Lucilius' Servant

Put in now, Titus.

Titus

My lord, here is my bill.

Lucilius' Servant

Here's mine.

Hortensius

And mine, my lord.

Both Varro's Servants

And ours, my lord.

Philotus

All our bills.

Timon

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

Lucilius' Servant

Alas, my lord,-

Timon

Cut my heart in sums.

Titus

Mine, fifty talents.

Timon

Tell out my blood.

Lucilius' Servant

Five thousand crowns, my lord.

Timon

Five thousand drops pays that.
What yours?—and yours?

Varro's First Servant

My lord,—

Varro's Second Servant

My lord,—

Timon

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

Exit

Hortensius

'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.

Exeunt

Re-enter Timon and Flavius

Timon

They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils!

Flavius

My dear lord,—

Timon

What if it should be so?

Flavius

My lord,—

Timon

I'll have it so. My steward!

Flavius

Here, my lord.

Timon

So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
All, sirrah, all:
I'll once more feast the rascals.

Flavius

O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.

Timon

Be't not in thy care; go,
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

Exeunt