Scene II. A Public Place.

[Enter Lucius, with three STRANGERS.]

LUCIUS.
Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and an
honourable gentleman.

FIRST STRANGER.
We know him for no less, though we are but strangers to him. But
I can tell you one thing, my lord, and which I hear from common
rumours: now Lord Timon's happy hours are done and past, and his
estate shrinks from him.

LUCIUS.
Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.

SECOND STRANGER.
But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago, one of his men
was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents, nay, urged
extremely for't, and showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet
was denied.

LUCIUS.
How!

SECOND STRANGER.
I tell you, denied, my lord.

LUCIUS.
What a strange case was that! now, before the gods, I am
ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man! there was very little
honour showed in't. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have
received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels,
and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he
mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his
occasion so many talents.

[Enter SERVILIUS.]

SERVILIUS.
See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to see
his honour. [To LUCIUS.] My honoured lord!

LUCIUS.
Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well: commend
me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

SERVILIUS.
May it please your honour, my lord hath sent--

LUCIUS.
Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord;
he's ever sending: how shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what
has he sent now?

SERVILIUS.
Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord;
requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many
talents.

LUCIUS.
I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.

SERVILIUS.
But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.

LUCIUS.
Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

SERVILIUS.
Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

LUCIUS.
What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such
a good time, when I might ha' shown myself honourable! how
unluckily it happened, that I should purchase the day before for
a little part, and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now,
before the gods, I am not able to do; the more beast, I say; I
was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can
witness; but I would not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done it
now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I hope his
honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power
to be kin: and tell him this from me, I count it one of my
greatest afflictions say, that I cannot pleasure such an
honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far
as to use mine own words to him?

SERVILIUS.
Yes, sir, I shall.

LUCIUS.
I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.

[Exit SERVILIUS.]

True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
And he that's once denied will hardly speed.

[Exit.]

FIRST STRANGER.
Do you observe this, Hostilius?

SECOND STRANGER.
Ay, too well.

FIRST STRANGER.
Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the same piece
Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him
His friend that dips in the same dish? for, in
My knowing, Timon has been this lord's father,
And kept his credit with his purse,
Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money
Has paid his men their wages: He ne'er drinks
But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;
And yet, O! see the monstrousness of man,
When he looks out in an ungrateful shape,
He does deny him, in respect of his,
What charitable men afford to beggars.

THIRD STRANGER.
Religion groans at it.

FIRST STRANGER.
For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my life,
Nor came any of his bounties over me
To mark me for his friend; yet I protest,
For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,
And honourable carriage,
Had his necessity made use of me,
I would have put my wealth into donation,
And the best half should have return'd to him,
So much I love his heart. But, I perceive,
Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.

[Exeunt.]