[1927] _thyself in paper_] _thyself in proper_ Theobald, ed. 2 (Warburton). _thyself in perpetuum_ Hanmer. _thyself. E'en pauper_ or _thyself in pauper_ Becket conj. [1928] _needs_] F1. _neede_ F2. _need_ F3 F4. [1929] _an_] Capell. _and_ Ff. _if_ Pope. _on society once_] _once on society_ Capell. [1930] _So ... flattery!_] As in Ff. Four lines, ending _then ... thee: ... be ... flattery,_ in Pope. Johnson ends the lines _So-- ... then: ... lock ... be ... flattery._ Capell, _So; ... then, ... be ... flattery._ Steevens, _So;-- ... lock ... be ... flattery._ Collier, _now; ... thee ... be ... flattery._ [1931] _thou wilt_] _thou'lt_ Steevens (1793). _me_] om. Steevens conj. [1932] _thy_] _the_ Hanmer. _heaven_] _haven_ Mason conj. ACT II. SCENE I. _A Senator's house._[1933] _Enter a_ Senator, _with papers in his hand_.[1934] _Sen._ And late five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore[1935] He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum, Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog 5 And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold: If I would sell my horse and buy twenty moe[1936] Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon; Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight[1937] And able horses: no porter at his gate,[1938] 10 But rather one that smiles and still invites[1939] All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason[1940] Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho![1941] Caphis, I say! _Enter_ CAPHIS. _Caph._ Here, sir; what is your pleasure? _Sen._ Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon; 15 Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased[1942] With slight denial; nor then silenced, when--[1943] 'Commend me to your master'--and the cap[1943] Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him,[1944] My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn 20 Out of mine own; his days and times are past, And my reliances on his fracted dates[1945][1946] Have smit my credit: I love and honour him,[1945] But must not break my back to heal his finger: Immediate are my needs; and my relief 25 Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words, But find supply immediate. Get you gone: Put on a most importunate aspect, A visage of demand; for, I do fear, When every feather sticks in his own wing, 30 Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.[1947] _Caph._ I go, sir. _Sen._ 'I go, sir!' Take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in compt. _Caph._ I will, sir.[1948] _Sen._ Go.[1949] [_Exeunt._ 35 SCENE II. _A hall in Timon's house._[1950]