Act III, Scene iii: The Same. A Room in SEMPRONIUS' House.
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| | SEMPRONIUS.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | SERVANT.: | |
| | My lord, | |
| | They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for | |
| | They have all denied him. | |
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| | SEMPRONIUS.: | |
| | How! have they denied him? | |
| | Has 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 physicians, | |
| | Thrice give him over; must I take the cure upon me? | |
| | Has much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry at him, | |
| | 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 fool. | |
| | I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum, | |
| | Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake; | |
| | 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. | |
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| | SERVANT.: | |
| | Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil | |
| | knew not what he did when he made man politic; 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 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 | |
| | Now to guard sure their master: | |
| | And this is all a liberal course allows: | |
| | Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house. | |
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