Lucul. [Aside.] One of Lord Timons men! a gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver bason and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, sir. Fill me some wine. [Exit Servant.] And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord and master?
Flam. His health is well, sir.
Lucul. I am right glad that his health is well, sir. And what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my lords 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.
Lucul. 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 neer get him from it.
Re-enter Servant with wine.
Serv. Please your lordship, here is the wine.
Lucul. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Heres to thee.
Lucul. 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 the Servant.]Get you gone, sirrah.[Exit Servant.] Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lords 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. Heres three solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.
Flam. Is t possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that livd? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee. [Throwing the money away.
Lucul. Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master. [Exit.