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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?