[Enter SERVILIUS]
TITUS O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.
SERVILIUS If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some
other hour, I should derive much from't; for,
take't of my soul, my lord leans wondrously to
discontent: his comfortable temper has forsook him;
he's much out of health, and keeps his chamber.
Lucilius' Servant: Many do keep their chambers are not sick:
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.
SERVILIUS Good gods!
TITUS We cannot take this for answer, sir.
FLAMINIUS [Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!
[Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following]
TIMON What, are my doors opposed 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?
Lucilius' Servant Put in now, Titus.
TITUS My lord, here is my bill.
Lucilius' 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.
Lucilius' Servant Alas, my lord,-
TIMON Cut my heart in sums.
TITUS Mine, fifty talents.
TIMON Tell out my blood.
Lucilius' Servant Five thousand crowns, my lord.
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