Act III, Scene i:
Athens. A Room in LUCULLUS' House.

[FLAMINIUS waiting.]

[Enter a SERVANT to him.]

SERVANT.:

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

FLAMINIUS.:

I thank you, sir.

[Enter LUCULLUS.]

SERVANT.:

Here's my lord.

LUCULLUS.:

[Aside.] One of Lord Timon's men! a gift, I warrant. Why, this

hits right; I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer to-night.

Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively

welcome, sir. Fill me some wine.

[Exit SERVANT.]

And how does that honourable, complete, freehearted

gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?

FLAMINIUS.:

His health is well, sir.

LUCULLUS.:

I am right glad that his health is well, sir. And what

hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

FLAMINIUS.:

Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which in my lord's

behalf, I come to entreat your honour to supply; who, having

great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to

your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present

assistance therein.

LUCULLIUS.:

La, la, la, la! 'Nothing doubting,' says he? Alas, good

lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a

house. Many a time and often I ha' dined with him, and told him

on't; and come again to supper to him, of purpose to have him

spend less; and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning

by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha'

told him on't, but I could ne'er get him from it.

[Re-enter SERVANT with wine.]

SERVANT.:

Please your lordship, here is the wine.

LUCULLUS.:

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

FLAMINIUS.:

Your lordship speaks your pleasure.

LUCULLUS.:

I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit,

give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reason, and

canst use the time well, if the time use thee well: good parts in

thee.[To SERVANT.]—Get you gone, sirrah.—

[Exit SERVANT.]

Draw nearer, honest Flaminius.Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman;

but thou art wise, and thou know'st well enough, although thou

comest to me, that this is no time to lend money, especially upon

bare friendship without security. Here's three solidares for

thee: good boy, wink at me, and say thou sawest me not. Fare thee

well.

FLAMINIUS.:

Is't possible the world should so much differ,

And we alive that liv'd? Fly, damned baseness,

To him that worships thee.

[Throwing the money away.]

LUCULLUS.:

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

[Exit.]

FLAMINIUS.:

May these add to the number that may scald thee!

Let molten coin be thy damnation,

Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!

Has friendship such a faint and milky heart

It turns in less than two nights? O you gods!

I feel my master's passion! This slave unto his honour

Has my lord's meat in him:

Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment

When he is turn'd to poison?

O! may diseases only work upon't!

And when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature

Which my lord paid for, be of any power

To expel sickness, but prolong his hour.

[Exit.]