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Act III. Scene III.

Scene III.—The Same. A Room in

Enter SEMPRONIUS and a Servant of TIMON'S

Sem. Must he needs trouble me in't. Hum!
'bove all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
Owe their estates unto him.
Serv. My lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base
metal, for
They have all denied him.
Sem. How! have they denied him?
Have Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? hum!
It shows but little love or judgment in him:
Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like
Thrice give him over; must I take the cure
upon me?
He has much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry at
That might have known my place. I see no
sense for't,
But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him:
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No:
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To the rest, and I 'mongst lords be thought a
I had rather than the worth of thrice the
He had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd such a courage to do him good. But now
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
Serv. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly
villain. The devil knew not what he did when
he made man politic; he cross'd himself by't:
and I cannot think but in the end the villanies
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 love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are
Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their
Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master:
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his
house. [Exit.
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