A Hall in Timon's House.
 Enter two of Varro's MEN, Lucius' SERVANT, and OTHERS,
 all being servants of Timon's creditors, to wait for his coming out.
 Then enter TITUS and HORTENSIUS.

Varro's
1st Servant	Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

Titus	The like to you, kind Varro.

Hortensius	Lucius! What, do we meet together?

Lucius'
Servant	Ay, and I think one business does command us all,
	For mine is money.

Titus						So is theirs and ours.

                             Enter PHILOTUS.

Lucius'
Servant	And Sir Philotus too!

Philotus							Good day at once.

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

Philotus	Labouring for nine.

Lucius'
Servant	So much?

Philotus			Is not my lord seen yet?

Lucius'
Servant											Not yet.

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

Lucius'
Servant	Ay, but the days are waxed 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 t' 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.

Lucius' 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
1st Servant	Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's yours?

Lucius'
Servant	Five thousand, mine.

Varro's
1st Servant	'Tis much deep; and it should seem by th' sum
	Your master's confidence was above mine,
	Else surely his had equalled.

                             Enter FLAMINIUS.

Titus	One of Lord Timon's men.

Lucius'
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.

Lucius'
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
2nd 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 preferred 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 th' int'rest into their glutt'nous 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.

Lucius'
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
1st Servant	How! What does his cashiered worship mutter?

Varro's
2nd 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.

Lucius'
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.

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?

Lucius'
Servant	Put in now, Titus.

Titus	My lord, here is my bill.

Lucius'
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-

Lucius'
Servant	Alas, my lord-

Timon	Cut my heart in sums-

Titus	Mine, fifty talents.

Timon	Tell out my blood-

Lucius'
Servant	Five thousand crowns, my lord.

Timon	Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? And yours?

Varro's
1st Servant	My lord-

Varro's
2nd 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.
	I'll once more feast the rascals.

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

Timon						Be it 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.
