Page 3115 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

My uses cry to me; I must serve my turn [20]
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates
Have smit my credit. I love and honour him,

But must not break my back to heal his finger.
Immediate are my needs, and my relief [25]
Must not be toss’d and turn’d to me in words.
But find supply immediate. Get you gone;

Put on a most importunate aspect,
A visage of demand: for I do fear,
When every feather sticks in his own wing, [30]
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,

Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.

CAPHIS
I go, sir.

SENATOR
Ay, go sir! Take the bonds along with you,
And have the dates in. Come.

CAPHIS
I will, sir.

SENATOR
Go. [35]

[Exeunt]

Scene II IT

Enter Steward, with many bills in his hand.

STEWARD
No care, no stop; so senseless of expense,

That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no accompt
How things go from him, nor resumes no care