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Scen: 5t a.

Enter Tymon, Eutrapelus Hermogenes Laches
Eutr:
Heere doe wee liue and haue the world at will
[ffayre] ffare dayntilie, drinck stiffly, lodge softlye,
If such delights be euen among the Gods
by Iupiter I'le suffer both myne eares
to be bo'rd thorough wt h a Coblers awle

Tim:
My ffreinds shall drinck noe lees, wt h pleasant sack
my cupps shall flowe;

Eutr:
That that is eu'n sweeter
than the Gods Nectar.

Tim:
I haue noe leekes or garlike at my table.

Eutra:
Wee ffeede on partridge, pheazant, plover, quaile,
Snipes, woodcocks, larks, Ambrosia it selfe.

Tim:
Is not he madd, that carefullie doth watch
a thowsand heapes of wheate,? and dares not tast
one graine thereof, or he that drincketh lees?
having his Cellor s. fraught wt h. pleasing wynes
Ile vse my treasure and possesse my wealth
and spend my dayes in pleasure whil'st I lyue.
Wee shall goe naked to or. sepulchers
and carry not one groate away wt h. vs

Eutr:
Thou speakst Sybilla's leafes; yf I one doit
except one halfepeny beare to my graue
Lett Charon thrust me as a greedy knaue
out of his boate forthwt h. into the lake
Heare Tymon! Know'st thou what Hermogenes
Vndyned would haue? how [st«o»ng] well he sings & fidles;

Hermogines
sings

Tim:
Hermogenes thou hast deseru'd thye dynner

Herm:
Lett me haue it then

Lach:
Whye suffer you. this ffidler in yor. howse
there's not a veryer knaue in all the towne
yf he depart not, Mr. by yor. leaue
I'le thrust him out of dores

Tim:
I'st eu'n soe? come hither Hermogenes
gyue him a Cuffe, a sound box on the eare
Bee not afraid;

Her:
I am afraid of him
least he stri[c]ke me againe;

Tim:
Why stand'st thou soe?
Strike him I saye;

Lach:
But yf thou touche me I

Her:
What thou?

Lach:
I'le dash thy braynes out wt h. thy ffiddle;

Her:
I will not touch him; Hercules him selfe
would not abide his furious Countnance

Tim:
Now strike Hermogenes his hands are bounde.

Tymon houlds him
Her:
Lett mee see that, are they bound fast enough?
My hart is at the bottome of my hose

Tim:
Why dost thou thus delaye?

Her.
Now, now I strike;
Hee strikes him
Haue not I paid him soundlie?

Lach:
O yee gods
what shall I saye? yf [it] health it selfe desire
to saue this familie it cannot be

Her:
By Ioue I made him bellow like a bull

Tim:
Hermogenes come hither, take this gould
and buye the braue apparrell; this same man
I'le gyue thee to attend thee.

Her:
O happie day!

Eutr:
This Fidler I envye
would Laches had forbidden me the howse
Laches, dost see me Laches? I am a knaue too Laches.

Lach:
Spend and consume, gyue gould to this, to all
Yor. ritches are Immortall.

Tim:
I'le pull thye eyes out, yf thou add one word

Lach:
But I will speake, yf I were blynd, I'de speake

Tim:
What art thou soe magnanimous? be gone
the dore is open, Freeze or sweate thou knaue
Goe hang thie selfe.

Lach:
Mr. ffarewell. is this my loues reward?
Varletts farewell hatefull to gods & men
You. lusty ffydler, yf I meete wt h. thee
I'le knock thye Braines out.
Exit Laches.

Her:
Full glad am I he'es gon; I was afraid

Tim:
What dost thou wt h. this tott[ered]er'd habitt? I
will haue thee proudlie goe in rich apparell
Hould vp thye heade; I will maynteyne it

Eutr:
This man this daye rose wt h. his Arse vpwards
to daye a fidler and at night a Noble

Her:
How I doe scorne theis raggs; I a fidler?
I goe a fidling; noe not I by Ioue
Sirra I must cast of thy Company
thou art noe fitt Companion for me
he shewes his gould giuen by Timon.
Thy face I knowe not, thou three farthing Iack
gett fellowes like thye selfe; this, this, is it
shewes his gould againe
makes me a Noble man; dost heare me Tymon?
when shall wee goe to dynner? I suppose
I haue a stomack like a dog.

Tim:
We'ele goe.

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