Enter Varro's man, meeting others. All Timons Creditors to wait for his comming out. Then enter Lucius and Hortensius.
Var.man. Well met, goodmorrow Titus & Hortensius Tit. The like to you kinde Varro
Hort. Lucius, what do we meet together? Luci. I, and I think one businesse do's command vs all. For mine is money
Tit. So is theirs, and ours. Enter Philotus.
Luci. And sir Philotus too
Phil. Good day at once
Luci. Welcome good Brother. What do you thinke the houre? Phil. Labouring for Nine
Luci. So much? Phil. Is not my Lord seene yet? Luci. Not yet
Phil. I wonder on't, he was wont to shine at seauen
Luci. I, but the dayes are waxt shorter with him: You must consider, that a Prodigall course Is like the Sunnes, but not like his recouerable, I feare: 'Tis deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse, that is: One may reach deepe enough, and yet finde little
Phil. I am of your feare, for that
Tit. Ile shew you how t' obserue a strange euent: Your Lord sends now for Money? Hort. Most true, he doe's
Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift, For which I waite for money
Hort. It is against my heart
Luci. Marke how strange it showes, Timon in this, should pay more then he owes: And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels, And send for money for 'em
Hort. I'me weary of this Charge, The Gods can witnesse: I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth, And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth
Varro. Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes: What's yours? Luci. Fiue thousand mine
Varro. 'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th' sum Your Masters confidence was aboue mine, Else surely his had equall'd. Enter Flaminius.
Tit. One of Lord Timons men
Luc. Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie to come forth? Flam. No, indeed he is not
Tit. We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much
Flam. I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too diligent. Enter Steward in a Cloake, muffled.
Luci. Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so? He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him
Tit. Do you heare, sir? 2.Varro. By your leaue, sir
Stew. What do ye aske of me, my Friend
Tit. We waite for certaine Money heere, sir
Stew. I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting, 'Twere sure enough. Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat? Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts. And take downe th' Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes. You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp, Let me passe quietly: Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end, I haue no more to reckon, he to spend
Luci. I, but this answer will not serue
Stew. If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you, For you serue Knaues
1.Varro. How? What does his casheer'd Worship mutter? 2.Varro. No matter what, hee's poore, and that's reuenge enough. Who can speake broader, then hee that has no house to put his head in? Such may rayle against great buildings. Enter Seruilius.
Tit. Oh heere's Seruilius: now wee shall know some answere
Seru. If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repayre some other houre, I should deriue much from't. For tak't of my soule, my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent: His comfortable temper has forsooke him, he's much out of health, and keepes his Chamber