Servil. He has only sent his present occasion

now, my lord; requesting your lordship to sup-

ply his instant use with so many talents.

Luc. I know his lordship is but merry with me;

He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.

Servil. But in the mean time he wants less, my

lord.

If his occasion were not virtuous,

I should not urge it half so faithfully.

Luc. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

Servil. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.

Luc. What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish

myself against such a good time, when I might

ha' shown myself honourable! how unluckily it

happened, that I should purchase the day be-

fore for a little part, and undo a great deal of

honour! Servilius, now, before the gods, I am

not able to do--the more beast, I say:--I was

sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentle-

men can witness; but I would not, for the wealth

of Athens, I had done 't now. Commend me

bountifully to his good lordship; and I hope his

honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I

have no power to be kind: and tell him this

from me, I count it one of my greatest afflic-

tions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an ho-

nourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you

befriend me so far as to use mine own words

to him?

Servil. Yes, sir, I shall.

Luc. I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.

Exit Servilius.