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Speeches (Lines) for Flaminius
in "Timon of Athens"

Total: 10

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Timon. I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
to Lord Lucullus you: I hunted with his honour
to-day: 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.



Servant. I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.

Flaminius. I thank you, sir.



Lucullus. [Aside] One of Lord Timon's men? a gift, I
warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver
basin and ewer to-night. Flaminius, honest
Flaminius; you are very respectively welcome, sir.
Fill me some wine.
[Exit Servants]
And how does that honourable, complete, free-hearted
gentleman of Athens, thy very bountiful good lord
and master?

Flaminius. His health is well sir.



Lucullus. I am right glad that his health is well, sir: and
what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?

Flaminius. 'Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir; which, in my
lord's behalf, I come to entreat your honour to
supply; who, having great and instant occasion to
use fifty talents, hath sent to your lordship to
furnish him, nothing doubting your present
assistance therein.



Lucullus. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.

Flaminius. Your lordship speaks your pleasure.



Lucullus. I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt
spirit—give thee thy due—and one that knows what
belongs to reason; and canst use the time well, if
the time use thee well: good parts in thee.
[To Servant]
Get you gone, sirrah.
[Exit Servant]
Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a
bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou
knowest well enough, although thou comest to me,
that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
bare friendship, without security. Here's three
solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say
thou sawest me not. Fare thee well.

Flaminius. Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that worships thee!



(stage directions). [Exit]

Flaminius. May these add to the number that may scald thee!
Let moulten coin be thy damnation,
Thou disease of a friend, and not himself!
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart,
It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
I feel master's passion! this slave,
Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poison?
O, may diseases only work upon't!
And, when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature
Which my lord paid for, be of any power
To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!



Titus. One of Lord Timon's men.
come forth?

Flaminius. No, indeed, he is not.



Titus. We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.

Flaminius. I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent.



Titus. We cannot take this for answer, sir.

Flaminius. [Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!

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