Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.
Your lordship speaks your pleasure.
I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt
spiritgive thee thy dueand one that knows what
to reason; and canst use the time well, if
the time use thee well: good parts in thee.
Get you gone, sirrah.
Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a
bountiful gentleman: but thou art wise; and thou
enough, although thou comest to me,
that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
without security. Here's three
solidares for thee: good boy, wink at me, and say
thou sawest me not. Fare
Is't possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that lived? Fly, damned baseness,
To him that
Throwing the money back
Ha! now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.
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
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!
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!
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