The
PRICE
of
an
EQUIPAGE
.
Servum
si
potes
,
Ole
,
non
habere
Et
regem
potes
,
Ole
,
non
habere
MAR.
I
ASK'D
a
friend
,
amidst
the
throng
,
Whose
coach
it
was
that
trail'd
along
:
"
The
gilded
coach
there
—
don't
you
mind
?
"
That
with
the
footmen
stuck
behind
.
"
O
Sir
,
says
he
,
what
ha'n't
ye
seen
it
?
'Tis
Timon's
coach
,
and
Timon
in
it
.
'Tis
odd
,
methinks
,
you
have
forgot
Your
friend
,
your
neighbour
,
and
—
what
not
?
Your
old
acquaintance
,
Timon
!
—
"
True
,
"
But
faith
his
equipage
is
new
.
"
Bless
me
,
said
I
,
where
can
it
end
?
"
What
madness
has
possess'd
my
friend
?
"
Four
powder'd
slaves
,
and
those
the
tallest
!
"
Their
stomachs
,
doubtless
,
not
the
smallest
!
"
Can
Timon's
revenue
maintain
"
In
lace
and
food
,
so
large
a
train
?
"
I
know
his
land
—
each
inch
o'
ground
—
"
'Tis
not
a
mile
to
walk
it
round
—
"
And
if
his
whole
estate
can
bear
"
To
keep
a
lad
,
and
one-horse
chair
,
"
I
own
'tis
past
my
comprehension
!
"
—
Yes
,
Sir
;
but
Timon
has
a
pension
.
Thus
does
a
false
ambition
rule
us
;
Thus
pomp
delude
,
and
folly
fool
us
;
To
keep
a
race
of
flickering
knaves
,
He
grows
himself
the
worst
of
slaves
.