Speeches (Lines) for Lucilius in "The Tragedy of Timon of Athens"

Timon. Attends he here, or no? Lucilius!

Lucilius. Here, at your lordship's service.

Timon. [To LUCILIUS] Love you the maid?

Lucilius. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it.

Timon. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

Lucilius. Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
The state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you!

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!

Lucilius. Who, the Lord Timon? he is my very good friend, and
an honourable gentleman.

First Stranger. We know him for no less, though we are but strangers
to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and
which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's
happy hours are done and past, and his estate
shrinks from him.

Lucilius. Fie, no, do not believe it; he cannot want for money.

Second Stranger. But believe you this, my lord, that, not long ago,
one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow
so many talents, nay, urged extremely for't and
showed what necessity belonged to't, and yet was denied.

Lucilius. How!

Second Stranger. I tell you, denied, my lord.

Lucilius. What a strange case was that! now, before the gods,
I am ashamed on't. Denied that honourable man!
there was very little honour showed in't. For my own
part, I must needs confess, I have received some
small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels
and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his;
yet, had he mistook him and sent to me, I should
ne'er have denied his occasion so many talents.

Servilius. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord;
I have sweat to see his honour. My honoured lord,--

Lucilius. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well:
commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very
exquisite friend.

Servilius. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent--

Lucilius. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much endeared to
that lord; he's ever sending: how shall I thank
him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?

Servilius. Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord;
requesting your lordship to supply his instant use
with so many talents.

Lucilius. I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty five hundred talents.

Servilius. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.

Lucilius. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

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

Lucilius. 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 before for a little part,
and undo a great deal of honoured! 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 gentlemen 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
afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an
honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you
befriend me so far, as to use mine own words to him?

Servilius. Yes, sir, I shall.

Lucilius. I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
[Exit SERVILIUS]
True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
And he that's once denied will hardly speed.