Flaminius waiting to speak with Lucullus from his
master. Enter a Servant to him
I have told my lord of you. He is coming down
I thank you, sir.
Here's my lord.
One of Lord Timon's men? A gift, I
warrant. Why, this hits right: I dreamt of a silver basin
and ewer tonight. (To Flaminius) Flaminius, honest
Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, sir. (To
Servant) Fill me some wine.
And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and
His health is well, sir.
I am right glad that his health is well, sir.
And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty
'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.
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't.
Enter Servant, with wine
Please your lordship, here is the wine.
Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise.
Here's to thee.
Your lordship speaks your pleasure.
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.
Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful
gentleman; but thou art wise; and thou knowest 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
Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee!
He throws the money back at Lucullus
Ha! Now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy
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 turned 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!