The Life of Tymon of Athens — Act 2 Scene 1

Enter a Senator.Sen.And late fiue thousand: to Varro and to IsidoreHe owes nine thousand, besides my former summe,Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motionOf raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not.If I want Gold, steale but a beggers Dogge,And giue it Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold.If I would sell my Horse, and buy twenty moeBetter then he; why giue my Horse to Timon.Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me straightAnd able Horses: No Porter at his gate,But rather one that smiles, and still inuitesAll that passe by. It cannot hold, no reasonCan sound his state in safety. Caphis hoa,Caphis I say.

Enter Caphis.Ca.Heere sir, what is your pleasure.

Sen.Get on your cloake, & hast you to Lord Timon,Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceastWith slight deniall; nor then silenc'd, whenCommend me to your Master, and the CapPlayes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,My Vses cry to me; I must serue my turneOut of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,And my reliances on his fracted datesHaue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.Immediate are my needs, and my releefeMust not be tost and turn'd to me in words,But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,Put on a most importunate aspect,A visage of demand: for I do feareWhen euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,Which flashes now a Phœnix, get you gone.

Ca.I go sir.

Sen.I go sir?Take the Bonds along with you,And haue the dates in. Come.

Ca.I will Sir.

Sen.Exeunt.Go.