Page 3125 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

And set mine eyes at flow.

TIMON
Prithee no more. [165]

STEWARD
Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord!
How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants
This night englutted! Who is not Timon’s?

What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon’s,
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon? [170]
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made.

Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter show’rs,
These flies are couch’d.

TIMON
Come, sermon me no further.
No villainous bounty yet hath pass’d my heart; [175]
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.

Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart.
If I would broach the vessels of my love,

And try the arguments of hearts by borrowing, [180]
Men and men’s fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.

STEWARD
Assurance bless your thoughts.

TIMON
And in some sort these wants of mine are crown’d,
That I account them blessings; for by these

Shall I try friends. You shall perceive how you [185]
Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.
Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!

Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and another Servant.