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ACT II IT

Scene I IT

Enter a Senator.

SENATOR
And late, five thousand; to Varro and to Isidore
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
Better than he − why, give my horse to Timon;

Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
And able horses. No porter at his gate, [10]
But rather one that smiles and still invites

All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can sound his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I say!

Enter Caphis.

CAPHIS
Here, sir, what is your pleasure?

SENATOR
Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon; [15]

Importune him for my moneys; be not ceas’d
With slight denial, nor then silenc’d when
“Commend me to your master” and the cap
Plays in the right hand, thus − but tell him,