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 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 called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
[Exeunt.]
[Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.]
TIMON