1    I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.

2    I thank you, sir.

3    Here's my lord.

Aside
4     One of Lord Timon's men? a gift, I
5    warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver
6    basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest
7    Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.
8    Fill me some wine.
Exit Servants
9    And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
10   gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord
11   and master?

12   His health is well sir.

13   I am right glad that his health is well, sir: and
14   what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

15   'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my
16   lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to
17   supply; who, having great and instant occasion to
18   use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to
19   furnish him, nothing doubting your present
20   assistance therein.

21   La, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,' says he? Alas,
22   good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not
23   keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha'
24   dined with him, and told him on't, and come again to
25   supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less,
26   and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning
27   by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty
28   is his: I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get
29   him from't.

30   Please your lordship, here is the wine.

31   Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.

32   Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

33   I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt
34   spirit--give thee thy due--and one that knows what
35   belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if
36   the time use thee well: good parts in thee.
To Servant
37   Get you gone, sirrah.
Exit Servant
38   Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a
39   bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou
40   knowest well enough, although thou comest to me,
41   that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
42   bare friendship, without security. Here's three
43   solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say
44   thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.

45   Is't possible the world should so much differ,
46   And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
47   To him that worships thee!

48   Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.

49   May these add to the number that may scald thee!
50   Let moulten coin be thy damnation,
51   Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
52   Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
53   It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
54   I feel master's passion! this slave,
55   Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
56   Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment,
57   When he is turn'd to poison?
58   O, may diseases only work upon't!
59   And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature
60   Which my lord paid for, be of any power
61   To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!