[Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following
TIMON. What, are my doors oppos'd against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Put in now, Titus.
TITUS. My lord, here is my bill.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Here's mine.
HORTENSIUS. And mine, my lord.
BOTH VARRO'S SERVANTS. And ours, my lord.
PHILOTUS. All our bills.
TIMON. Knock me down with 'em; cleave me to the girdle.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Alas, my lord-
TIMON. Cut my heart in sums.
TITUS. Mine, fifty talents.
TIMON. Tell out my blood.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Five thousand crowns, my lord.
TIMON. Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? and yours?
FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. My lord-
SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT. My lord-
TIMON. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! Exit
HORTENSIUS. Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps
at
their money. These debts may well be call'd desperate ones,
for a
madman owes 'em. Exeunt
Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS
TIMON. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
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