Most noble lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

Three talents on the present; in future, all.

If in her marriage my consent be missing,
I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And dispossess her all.

She is young and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.

Therefore he will be, Timon:
His honesty rewards him in itself;
It must not bear my daughter.

One only daughter have I, no kin else,
On whom I may confer what I have got:
The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I prithee ...

This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclined to thrift;
And my estate deserves an heir more raised
Than one which holds a trencher.

Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.

Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.

Lord Timon, hear me speak.