Draw nearer, honest Flaminius

Lucullus
Draw nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord’s a bountiful
gentleman, but thou art wise and thou
know’st well enough, although thou com’st to me,
that this is no time to lend money, especially upon
bare friendship, without security. Here’s three solidares
for thee. (Gives him money.) Good boy,
wink at me, and say thou saw’st me not. Fare thee well.

Has friendship such a faint and milky heart
It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,
I feel my master’s passion.

Flaminius
Is ’t possible the world should so much differ,
And we alive that lived? Fly, damnèd baseness,
To him that worships thee!
 He throws the money back at Lucullus.
Lucullus
Ha! Now I see thou art a fool and fit for thy master.
 Lucullus exits.
Flaminius
May these add to the number that may scald thee!
Let molten 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 my master’s passion. This slave
Unto his honor has my lord’s meat in him.
Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment
When he is turned 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.
 He exits.