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That I’ll requite it last? No:
               So it may prove an argument of laughter
               To th’ rest, and ’mongst lords I be thought a fool.
               I’d rather than the worth of thrice the sum,

               H’ad sent to me first, but for my mind’s sake; [25]
               I’d such a courage to do him good. But now return,
               And with their faint reply this answer join:
               Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.

                                                                                                           [Exit]



              SERVANT
          Excellent:  your  lordship’s  a  goodly  villain.  The  devil  knew  not  what  he  did
          when he made man politic; [30] he crossed himself by ’t: and I cannot think
          but in the end the villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this lord
          strives  to  appear  foul!  Takes  virtuous  copies  to  be  wicked,  like  those  that

          under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire: of such a nature is his
          politic [35] love.
               This was my lord’s best hope; now all are fled

               Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,
               Doors that were ne’er acquainted with their wards
               Many a bounteous year, must be employ’d [40]
               Now to guard sure their master.
               And this is all a liberal course allows:

               Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.
                                                                                                           [Exit]



                                                    Scene IV          IT



              Enter Varro’s two Servants, meeting other Servants of Timon’s creditors, to
                 wait for his coming out. Then enter Lucius’s Servant; then Titus and
                                                       Hortensius.



              FIRST VARRO’S SERVANT
               Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.



              TITUS
               The like to you, kind Varro.
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