Timon of Athens
Act 3, Scene 4
Athens. A hall in Timon’s house.
- Enter Varro’s two Servants, meeting Titus and others, all
- servants of Timon’s creditors, to wait for his coming out.
- Then enter Lucius’ Servant and Hortensius.
Varro’s First Servant4
- Well met, good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
- The like to you, kind Varro.
Hortensius6 - 7
- What, do we meet together?
Lucius’s Servant8 - 10
- Ay, and I think
- One business does command us all; for mine
- Is money.
- So is theirs and ours.
- Enter Philotus.
- And, sir, Philotus too!
- Good day at once.
Lucius’s Servant15 - 16
- Welcome, good brother.
- What do you think the hour?
- Laboring for nine.
- So much?
- Is not my lord seen yet?
- Not yet.
- I wonder on’t, he was wont to shine at seven.
Lucius’s Servant22 - 27
- 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.
- I am of your fear for that.
Titus29 - 30
- I’ll show you how t’ observe a strange event.
- Your lord sends now for money.
- Most true, he does.
Titus32 - 33
- And he wears jewels now of Timon’s gift,
- For which I wait for money.
- It is against my heart.
Lucius’s Servant35 - 38
- 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.
Hortensius39 - 41
- 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 Servant42
- Yes, mine’s three thousand crowns; what’s yours?
- Five thousand mine.
Varro’s First Servant44 - 46
- ’Tis much deep, and it should seem by th’ sum
- Your master’s confidence was above mine,
- Else surely his had equall’d.
- Enter Flaminius.
- One of Lord Timon’s men.
- Flaminius? Sir, a word. Pray is my lord ready to come forth?
- No, indeed he is not.
- We attend his lordship; pray signify so much.
- I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent.
- Enter Steward Flavius in a cloak, muffled.
Lucius’s Servant55 - 56
- Ha! Is not that his steward muffled so?
- He goes away in a cloud; call him, call him.
- Do you hear, sir?
Varro’s Second Servant58
- By your leave, sir—
- What do ye ask of me, my friend?
- We wait for certain money here, sir.
Flavius61 - 71
- 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 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.
- Ay, but this answer will not serve.
Flavius73 - 74
- If ’twill not serve, ’tis not so base as you,
- For you serve knaves.
Varro’s First Servant76
- How? What does his cashier’d worship mutter?
Varro’s Second Servant77 - 79
- 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.
- O, here’s Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
Servilius82 - 86
- 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
Lucius’s Servant87 - 90
- 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.
- Good gods!
- We cannot take this for answer, sir.
Flaminius93 - 94
- Servilius, help! My lord, my lord!
- Enter Timon in a rage, Flaminius following.
Timon96 - 100
- What, are my doors oppos’d against my passage?
- Have I been ever free, and must my house
- Be my retentive enemy? My jail?
- The place which I have feasted, does it now
- (Like all mankind) show me an iron heart?
- Put in now, Titus.
- My lord, here is my bill.
- Here’s mine.
- And mine, my lord.
Varro’s First and Second Servants105
- And ours, my lord.
- All our bills.
- Knock me down with ’em, cleave me to the girdle!
- Alas, my lord—
- Cut my heart in sums.
- Mine, fifty talents.
- Tell out my blood.
- Five thousand crowns, my lord.
- Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? And yours?
Varro’s First Servant114
- My lord—
Varro’s Second Servant115
- My lord—
- Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
- Exit Timon.
Hortensius118 - 120
- Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their
- money. These debts may well be call’d desperate ones, for a
- madman owes ’em.
- Enter Timon and Flavius.
Timon123 - 124
- They have e’en put my breath from me, the slaves.
- Creditors? Devils!
- My dear lord—
- What if it should be so?
- My lord—
- I’ll have it so. My steward!
- Here, my lord.
Timon130 - 132
- So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
- Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius—all.
- I’ll once more feast the rascals.
Flavius133 - 136
- O my lord,
- You only speak from your distracted soul;
- There’s not so much left to furnish out
- A moderate table.
Timon137 - 139
- 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.