Lord Timon's mad.

Here 'tis.

Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?

It does: but time will--and so--

This is the old man still.

I pray you, upon what?

All covered dishes!

If you had sent but two hours before,--

My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame,
that, when your lordship this other day sent to me,
I was so unfortunate a beggar.

My noble lord,--

The swallow follows not summer more willing than we
your lordship.

He sent to me, sir,--Here he comes.

A thousand pieces!

Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of
you?

In like manner was I in debt to my importunate
business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am
sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my
provision was out.

It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.

I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord
did but try us this other day.

So infinitely endear'd--

O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

With more than common thanks I will receive it.

Our horses!

Joy had the like conception in our eyes
And at that instant like a babe sprung up.

Let it flow this way, my good lord.

Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in?

He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays
Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.

Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence!

Why, Apemantus?

Fare thee well, fare thee well.

Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?