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Scen: 2d a.

Enter Eutrapelus knocking at Timons dore and Abyssus the Vsurer [wt h] following him, then Enter Timon & Laches.
«E»utr:
Loue, pleasure, Ioye, delight dwell in this howse
How farest thou my humane Iupiter
What! Art thou Ioviall?

Tim:
I envye not Ioue himselfe

«E»utr:
By Venus Lapp I sweare thou seem'st to mee
to bee too sadd; Why walk'st thou not the streetes
thou scarce art knowne in tenn Tavernes yett
Subdue the world wt h. gould; See'st thou this ffeind?

«T»im:
What is hee?

«E»utr:
A gryping Vsurer Abyssus named
that man that knowes him not will scarce beleiue
what a dam'd knaue he is; I wt h. my cloake
muffled my face, myne hatt puld o're myne eyes
I walked through the byewayes of the Towne
the schooles, the Cinqueports, the markett places
by nookes and crookes I went; yett this bloud hound
Sents, swyftlie followes, hath me at a Baye
nor hath departed from my side this daye.

«T.»m:
His loue's officious;

«.b»y:
Eutrapelus pay me my mony?

«Eutr»:
—Di'st euer heare a Cuckowe of a note
more inauspicious?

Abyss:
Pay what thou ow'st Eutrapelus
Thou from my Clamor. neuer shalt goe ffree
Where e're thou go'st I still will followe thee
An Indiuiduall mate; When thou shalt dyne
I'le pull thye meate out of thie very mouth
When thou wilt sleepe I'le flye about thy bedd
like to a nyght mare; No; I will not lett
thyne eyes to slumber or take any rest.

«E»utr:
Proceed'st thou still wth thy ostreperous noyse?
Soe helpe me Bacchus I had rather see
Medusas heade, the dreadfull Basiliske
Hobgobins, yea Infernall Cerberus
Foh, turne him out of dores, least he infect
the whole howse wt h. the odor, of his breath
out, out, thou stinckard mans grand Enemye?

Abys:
Our Controuersye law shall soone decide
thou shalt «per»ceaue, what a fellowe I am
Il'e make the looke wormes through the pryson grates
vnlesse thou satisfie to me my debt
In good and lawfull mony.

Eutr:

Abyss:
Thou shalt not fright me wt h. thye bugbeare wordes
thye mountaines of Acroceraunia
Nor yett thy Panomphæan Ioue I ffeare
I aske what is my owne.

Eutr:
Thou logg thou stock, thou Arcadian beast
Know'st thou not what ti's to be honored
Is't not a Creditt and a grace to haue
me be thy debtor..?

Lach:
(Aside to Abyssus

Abyss:
Thou showld'st haue paid the ffirst of the Calends
T'is now the third day.

Lach:
Send for the Serients

(Aside to Abys[OMITTED]
Eutr:
Timon lend me a litle goulden dust?
to ffree me from this ffeind, some fower talents
will doe it;

Tim:
yea take ffyue, while I haue gould
I will not see my ffreinds to stand in neede;

Eutr:
Heroicke Spiritt! I will thee adore
and sacrifice to thee in ffranckinsence

Lach:
(Aside./)
I scarcelie am my selfe, I am starke madd
the Gods and Goddesses confound this scabb

Eutr:
Come hither what's the totall somme?

Abyss:
This bill
will certifie you. yf you. reade it;

Eutr:
Come not too neere,
I ffeare that shyning Ignis Fatuus
wc h. the lampe of thie nose doth beare [abo«u»te] aboute
approch thou not too nigh, two hundred pownds
well; thou shalt have it at the next exchainge
then, there of me thy debt thou shalt receaue

Abyss:
If not the pryson thee
Exit Abyssus.

Eutr:
The Apple of Tantalus now followe thee
O sweet'st of things thou hast reedeem'd thy ffreind
in myrth and Iollitie this daye I'le spend
Hee sings.

Tim:
Eutrapelus thou hold'st thyne owne; But why?
wearst thou a plume of ffeathers in thy hatt
Art thou a louer or a souldier?

Eutr:
Bee souldiers they that list, rather I thinck
It's safer farr to quaffe Carouse & drinck
and to embrace a lasse wt h. in my bedd
at my owne home.

Tim:

Eutr:
Th'art in the right; My gunn a barrell hath
A touch hole true chardged wt h. white pouder
My lasse hath tynder and a tynder box
and I haue stones and steele that will strike fire
shee alsoe is my rest, when I dischardge
This plume of ffeathers shee did gyue to me
As a Conspicuous symbole of her loue

Tim:
[Sure]Truely a worthy guift, but surely Venus
was not a ffreind to my Nativitie
I oft haue watched at my sweete harts dore
and offer'd vp whole Hecatombes of teares
I putt on black apparell at midnight
plai'd at her Window, on my sweete string'd lute
I sung her loue songs, Nothing could her moue
But when shee sawe the shyning gould, my loue
Whye stand'st thou heere? what's my gate a bandogg?
My hony gyue me this, nay yf thou lou'st me
I prithee gyue it me, her gowne is rent
or ells shee stands in neede of a gould ringe
somethinge shee wants, to craue shee wilbe bould
the man shee loues not, but shee loues his gould.

Eutr:
By Ioue thou know'st theire cunning to a hayre
But Timon shall I thirst, wt hin thie howse?
I haue not wett my lipps wt h. wyne this daye

Tim:
Come lett vs in wee will not want for drincke.

Exeunt.