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A room in Lucullus' house.
FLAMINIUS waiting.
Enter a Servant to him.

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

I thank you, sir. Enter LUCULLUS.

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 to-night. Flaminius,
honest Flaminius; you are very respectively
welcome, sir. Fill me some wine. [Exit Serv.]
And how does that honourable, complete,
free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy
very bountiful good lord and master? (12)

His health is well, sir.

I am right glad that his health is
well, sir: and what hast thou there under thy
cloak, pretty 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 presert 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. Re-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 Serv.] Get
you gone, sirrah Exit Serv. 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 well.

Is't possible the world should so much differ, (50)

And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,

To him that worships thee! [Throwing the money back.

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

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, (59)

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 disease 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.

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