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Let's make no stay.
He's but a mad lord, and nought but humour sways him.
He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has
beat it out of my hat: did you see my jewel?
How now, my lords!
How do you? What's the news?
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship
that I returned you an empty messenger.
Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
What of you?
A thousand pieces.
I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all
I should think so: he hath sent me an earnest
inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me
to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and
I must needs appear.
Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we
encountered: I hope it is not so low with him as
he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
The good time of day to you, sir.
The best of happiness,
Honour and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!
We are so virtuously bound--
I am so far already in your gifts,--
Where be our men?
You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.
Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you
would once use our hearts, whereby we might express
some part of our zeals, we should think ourselves
for ever perfect.
My lord, we always have confess'd it.
I'll keep you company.
The noblest mind he carries
That ever govern'd man.
He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,
And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.
That time serves still.
What time o' day is't, Apemantus?
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