Enter Lord Timon, addressing himselfe curteously to euery Sutor. Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you? Mes. I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt, His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite: Your Honourable Letter he desires To those haue shut him vp, which failing, Periods his comfort Tim. Noble Ventidius, well: I am not of that Feather, to shake off My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe, Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him Mes. Your Lordship euer bindes him Tim. Commend me to him, I will send his ransome, And being enfranchized bid him come to me; 'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp, But to support him after. Fare you well Mes. All happinesse to your Honor. Enter. Enter an old Athenian. Oldm. Lord Timon, heare me speake Tim. Freely good Father Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius Tim. I haue so: What of him? Oldm. Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice Oldm. This Fellow heere, L[ord]. Timon, this thy Creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift, And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd, Then one which holds a Trencher Tim. Well: what further? Old. One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else, On whom I may conferre what I haue got: The Maid is faire, a'th' youngest for a Bride, And I haue bred her at my deerest cost In Qualities of the best. This man of thine Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord) Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort, My selfe haue spoke in vaine Tim. The man is honest Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon, His honesty rewards him in it selfe, It must not beare my Daughter Tim. Does she loue him? Oldm. She is yong and apt: Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs What leuities in youth Tim. Loue you the Maid? Luc. I my good Lord, and she accepts of it Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing, I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world, And dispossesse her all Tim. How shall she be endowed, If she be mated with an equall Husband? Oldm. Three Talents on the present; in future, all Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru'd me long: To build his Fortune, I will straine a little, For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter, What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize, And make him weigh with her Oldm. Most Noble Lord, Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his Tim. My hand to thee, Mine Honour on my promise Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may That state or Fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not owed to you. Exit Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour, And long liue your Lordship Tim. I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon: Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend? Pain. A peece of Painting, which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept