The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Flav._ O my good lord,
At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,[2012]
And say, you found them in mine honesty.[2013] 135
When for some trifling present you have bid me
Return so much, I have shook my head and wept;[2014]
Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners pray'd you
To hold your hand more close: I did endure
Not seldom nor no slight checks, when I have 140
Prompted you in the ebb of your estate
And your great flow of debts. My loved lord,[2015]
Though you hear now, too late!--yet now's a time--[2016]
The greatest of your having lacks a half[2017]
To pay your present debts.[2017][2018]
_Tim._ Let all my land be sold.[2017] 145
_Flav._ 'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone,
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues: the future comes apace:[2019]
What shall defend the interim? and at length
How goes our reckoning?[2020] 150
_Tim._ To Lacedæmon did my land extend.
_Flav._ O my good lord, the world is but a word:[2021]
Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone!
_Tim._ You tell me true.
_Flav._ If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood,[2022] 155
Call me before the exactest auditors,
And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppress'd
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room 160
Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock,[2023]
And set mine eyes at flow.[2023]
_Tim._ Prithee, no more.
_Flav._ Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants 165
This night englutted! Who is not Timon's?[2024]
What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's?[2025]
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon![2026]
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: 170
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,[2027]
These flies are couch'd.
_Tim._ Come, sermon me no further:
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;[2028]
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,[2029] 175
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
If I would broach the vessels of my love
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,[2030]
Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.
_Flav._ Assurance bless your thoughts![2031] 180
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