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THE LIFE OF TIMON OF ATHENS
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When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts,
And take down the interest into their gluttonous 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.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Ay, but this answer will not serve.

FLAVIUS.
If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you;
For you serve knaves.

[Exit.]

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?

SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT.
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.]

TITUS.
O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.

SERVILIUS.
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 chamber.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
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.

SERVILIUS.
Good gods!

TITUS.
We cannot take this for answer, sir.

FLAMINIUS.
[Within.] Servilius, help! my lord! my lord!

[Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following.]

TIMON.
What! are my doors oppos'd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Put in now, Titus.

TITUS.
My lord, here is my bill.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Here's mine.

HORTENSIUS.
And mine, my lord.

BOTH VARRO'S SERVANTS.
And ours, my lord.

PHILOTUS.
All our bills.

TIMON.
Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Alas, my lord--

TIMON.
Cut my heart in sums.

TITUS.
Mine, fifty talents.

TIMON.
Tell out my blood.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Five thousand crowns, my lord.
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