I met a courier, one mine ancient friend;
Whom, though in general part we were opposed,
Yet our old love made a particular force,
And made us speak like friends: this man was riding
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
With letters of entreaty, which imported
His fellowship i' the ...

have spoke the least:
Besides, his expedition promises
Present approach.

'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse,
All of companionship.

All happiness to your honour!

Your lordship ever binds him.

Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt,
His means most short, his creditors most strait:
Your honourable letter he desires
To those have shut him up; which failing,
Periods his comfort.