A public place.
[Enter LUCILIUS, with
three Strangers]
LUCILIUS
Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare
thee well: commend me to thy honourable virtuous
lord, my very exquisite friend.
SERVILIUS May it please your honour,
my lord hath sent–
LUCILIUS Ha! what has he sent? I am so much
endeared to that lord; he’s ever sending: how shall
I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
SERVILIUS Has only sent his present occasion now,
my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his instant
use with so many talents.
LUCILIUS I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.
SERVILIUS
But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
LUCILIUS Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?
SERVILIUS Upon my soul,’tis true, sir.
LUCILIUS What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish
myself against such a good time, when I might ha’ shown
myself honourable! how unluckily it happened, that I
should purchase the day before for a little part,
and undo a great deal of honoured! Servilius, now,
before the gods, I am not able to do,–the more
beast, I say:–I was sending to use Lord Timon
myself, these gentlemen can witness! but I would
not, for the wealth of Athens, I had done’t now.
Commend me bountifully to his good lordship; and I
hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me,
because I have no power to be kind: and tell him
this from me, I count it one of my greatest
afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an
honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you
befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?
SERVILIUS Yes, sir, I shall.
LUCILIUS I’ll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
[Exit SERVILIUS]
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