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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.
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