Enter Flaminius, Servilius and a third Servant.
SERVANTS.
My lord, my lord.
TIMON.
I will dispatch you severally. [To Servilius.] You to Lord Lucius; [To Flaminius.] to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his honour today; [To the third Servant.] you to Sempronius. Commend me to their loves; and I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use ’em toward a supply of money. Let the request be fifty talents.
FLAMINIUS.
As you have said, my lord.
[Exeunt Servants.]
FLAVIUS.
[Aside.] Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh!
TIMON.
Go you, sir, to the senators,
Of whom, even to the state’s best health, I have
Deserved this hearing, Bid ’em send o’ th’ instant
A thousand talents to me.
FLAVIUS.
I have been bold—
For that I knew it the most general way—
To them to use your signet and your name,
But they do shake their heads, and I am here
No richer in return.
TIMON.
Is’t true? Can’t be?
FLAVIUS.
They answer in a joint and corporate voice
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
Do what they would, are sorry. You are honourable,
But yet they could have wished—they know not—
Something hath been amiss—a noble nature
May catch a wrench—would all were well—’tis pity.
And so, intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
They froze me into silence.