ACT III. SCENE I. LUCULLUS' house  FLAMINIUS waiting to speak with LUCULLUS. Enter SERVANT to him    SERVANT. I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.   FLAMINIUS. I thank you, sir.                             Enter LUCULLUS    SERVANT. Here's my lord.   LUCULLUS. [Aside] One of Lord Timon's men? A gift, I warrant. Why,     this hits right; I dreamt of a silver basin and ewer to-night-     Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome,     sir. Fill me some wine. [Exit SERVANT] And how does that     honourable, complete, freehearted gentleman of Athens, thy very     bountiful good lord and master?   FLAMINIUS. His health is well, sir.   LUCULLUS. I am right glad that his health is well, sir. And what     hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?   FLAMINIUS. Faith, nothing but an empty box, sir, which in my lord's     behalf I come to entreat your honour to supply;  who, having     great and instant occasion to use fifty talents, hath sent to     your lordship to furnish him, nothing doubting your present     assistance therein.   LUCULLIUS. La, la, la, la! 'Nothing doubting' says he? Alas, good     lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not keep so good a     house. Many a time and often I ha' din'd with him and told him     on't; and come again to supper to him of purpose to have him     spend less; and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning     by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. I ha'     told him on't, but I could ne'er get him from't.                      Re-enter SERVANT, with wine    SERVANT. Please your lordship, here is the wine.   LUCULLUS. Flaminius, I have noted thee always wise. Here's to thee.   FLAMINIUS. Your lordship speaks your pleasure.   LUCULLUS. I have observed thee always for a towardly prompt spirit,     give thee thy due, and one that knows what belongs to reason, and     canst use the time well, if the time use thee well. Good parts in     thee. [To SERVANT] Get you gone, sirrah. [Exit SERVANT] Draw     nearer, honest Flaminius. Thy lord's a bountiful gentleman; but     thou art wise, and thou know'st well enough, although thou com'st     to me, that this is no time to lend money, especially upon bare     friendship without security. Here's three solidares for thee.     Good boy, wink at me, and say thou saw'st me not. Fare thee well.   FLAMINIUS. Is't possible the world should so much differ,     And we alive that liv'd? Fly, damned baseness,     To him that worships thee.         [Throwing the money back]   LUCULLUS. Ha! Now I see thou art a fool, and fit for thy master.  Exit   FLAMINIUS. May these add to the number that may scald thee!     Let molten coin be thy damnation,     Thou disease of a friend and not himself!     Has friendship such a faint and milky heart     It turns in less than two nights? O you gods,     I feel my master's passion! This slave     Unto his honour has my lord's meat in him;     Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment     When he is turn'd to poison?     O, may diseases only work upon't!     And when he's sick to death, let not that part of nature     Which my lord paid for be of any power     To expel sickness, but prolong his hour!                Exit     SCENE II. A public place  Enter Lucius, with three STRANGERS    LUCIUS. Who, the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend, and an     honourable gentleman.   FIRST STRANGER. We know him for no less, though we are but     strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my lord, and     which I hear from common rumours: now Lord Timon's happy hours     are done and past, and his estate shrinks from him.   LUCIUS. Fie, no: do not believe it; he cannot want for money.   SECOND STRANGER. But believe you this, my lord, that not long ago      one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many     talents; nay, urg'd extremely for't, and showed what necessity     belong'd to't, and yet was denied.   LUCIUS. How?   SECOND STRANGER. I tell you, denied, my lord.   LUCIUS. What a strange case was that! Now, before the gods, I am     asham'd on't. Denied that honourable man! There was very little     honour show'd in't. For my own part, I must needs confess I have     received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels,     and such-like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet, had he     mistook him and sent to me, I should ne'er have denied his     occasion so many talents.                               Enter SERVILIUS    SERVILIUS. See, by good hap, yonder's my lord; I have sweat to see     his honour.- My honour'd lord!   LUCIUS. Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well; commend     me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.   SERVILIUS. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent-   LUCIUS. Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord:     he's ever sending. How shall I thank him, think'st thou? And what     has he sent now?   SERVILIUS. Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord,     requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many     talents.   LUCIUS. I know his lordship is but merry with me;     He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.   SERVILIUS. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.     If his occasion were not virtuous     I should not urge it half so faithfully.   LUCIUS. Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?   SERVILIUS. Upon my soul, 'tis true, sir.   LUCIUS. What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself against such     a good time, when I might ha' shown myself honourable! How     unluckily it happ'ned that I should purchase the day before for a     little part and undo a great deal of honour! Servilius, now     before the gods, I am not able to do- the more beast, I say! I     was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can     witness; but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done't     now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and I hope his     honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power     to be kind. And tell him this from me: I count it one of my     greatest afflictions, say, that I cannot pleasure such an     honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far     as to use mine own words to him?   SERVILIUS. Yes, sir, I shall.   LUCIUS. I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.                                                   Exit SERVILIUS     True, as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;     And he that's once denied will hardly speed.            Exit   FIRST STRANGER. Do you observe this, Hostilius?   SECOND STRANGER. Ay, too well.   FIRST STRANGER. Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the same       piece     Is every flatterer's spirit. Who can call him his friend     That dips in the same dish? For, in my knowing,     Timon has been this lord's father,     And kept his credit with his purse;     Supported his estate; nay, Timon's money     Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks     But Timon's silver treads upon his lip;     And yet- O, see the monstrousness of man     When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!-     He does deny him, in respect of his,     What charitable men afford to beggars.   THIRD STRANGER. Religion groans at it.   FIRST STRANGER. For mine own part,     I never tasted Timon in my life,     Nor came any of his bounties over me     To mark me for his friend; yet I protest,     For his right noble mind, illustrious virtue,     And honourable carriage,     Had his necessity made use of me,     I would have put my wealth into donation,     And the best half should have return'd to him,     So much I love his heart. But I perceive     Men must learn now with pity to dispense;     For policy sits above conscience.                     Exeunt     SCENE III. SEMPRONIUS' house  Enter SEMPRONIUS and a SERVANT of TIMON'S    SEMPRONIUS. Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum! 'Bove all others?     He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;     And now Ventidius is wealthy too,     Whom he redeem'd from prison. All these     Owe their estates unto him.   SERVANT. My lord,     They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for     They have all denied him.   SEMPRONIUS. How! Have they denied him?     Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?     And does he send to me? Three? Humh!     It shows but little love or judgment in him.     Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,     Thrice give him over. Must I take th' cure upon me?     Has much disgrac'd me in't; I'm angry at him,     That might have known my place. I see no sense for't,     But his occasions might have woo'd me first;     For, in my conscience, I was the first man     That e'er received gift from him.     And does he think so backwardly of me now     That I'll requite it last? No;     So it may prove an argument of laughter     To th' rest, and I 'mongst lords be thought a fool.     I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum     Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;     I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,     And with their faint reply this answer join:     Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.           Exit   SERVANT. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The devil     knew not what he did when he made man politic- he cross'd himself     by't; and I cannot think but, in the end, the villainies of man     will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to appear foul!     Takes virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that under hot     ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire.     Of such a nature is his politic love.     This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,     Save only the gods. Now his friends are dead,     Doors that were ne'er acquainted with their wards     Many a bounteous year must be employ'd     Now to guard sure their master.     And this is all a liberal course allows:     Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.         Exit     SCENE IV. A hall in TIMON'S house  Enter two Of VARRO'S MEN, meeting LUCIUS' SERVANT, and others, all being servants of TIMON's creditors, to wait for his coming out. Then enter TITUS and HORTENSIUS    FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.   TITUS. The like to you, kind Varro.   HORTENSIUS. Lucius! What, do we meet together?   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, and I think one business does command us all;     for mine is money.   TITUS. So is theirs and ours.                            Enter PHILOTUS    LUCIUS' SERVANT. And Sir Philotus too!   PHILOTUS. Good day at once.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. welcome, good brother, what do you think the hour?   PHILOTUS. Labouring for nine.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. So much?   PHILOTUS. Is not my lord seen yet?   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Not yet.   PHILOTUS. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him;     You must consider that a prodigal course     Is like the sun's, but not like his recoverable.     I fear     'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;     That is, one may reach deep enough and yet     Find little.   PHILOTUS. I am of your fear for that.   TITUS. I'll show you how t' observe a strange event.     Your lord sends now for money.   HORTENSIUS. Most true, he does.   TITUS. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,     For which I wait for money.   HORTENSIUS. It is against my heart.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Mark how strange it shows     Timon in this should pay more than he owes;     And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels     And send for money for 'em.   HORTENSIUS. I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness;     I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,     And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.   FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's     yours?   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Five thousand mine.   FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. 'Tis much deep; and it should seem by th'       sum     Your master's confidence was above mine,     Else surely his had equall'd.                             Enter FLAMINIUS    TITUS. One of Lord Timon's men.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to     come forth?   FLAMINIUS. No, indeed, he is not.   TITUS. We attend his lordship; pray signify so much.   FLAMINIUS. I need not tell him that; he knows you are to diligent.  Exit                   Enter FLAVIUS, in a cloak, muffled    LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ha! Is not that his steward muffled so?     He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.   TITUS. Do you hear, sir?   SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT. By your leave, sir.   FLAVIUS. What do ye ask of me, my friend?   TITUS. We wait for certain money here, sir.   FLAVIUS. Ay,     If money were as certain as your waiting,     'Twere sure enough.     Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills     When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?     Then they could smile, and fawn upon his debts,     And take down th' int'rest into their glutt'nous maws.     You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up;     Let me pass quietly.     Believe't, my lord and I have made an end:     I have no more to reckon, he to spend.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, but this answer will not serve.   FLAVIUS. If 'twill not serve, 'tis not so base as you,     For you serve knaves.                                   Exit   FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. How! What does his cashier'd worship mutter?   SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT. No matter what; he's poor, and that's     revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house     to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings.                            Enter SERVILIUS    TITUS. O, here's Servilius; now we shall know some answer.   SERVILIUS. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, to repair some other     hour, I should derive much from't; for take't of my soul, my lord     leans wondrously to discontent. His comfortable temper has     forsook him; he's much out of health and keeps his chamber.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Many do keep their chambers are not sick;     And if it be so far beyond his health,     Methinks he should the sooner pay his debts,     And make a clear way to the gods.   SERVILIUS. Good gods!   TITUS. We cannot take this for answer, sir.   FLAMINIUS. [Within] Servilius, help! My lord! my lord!             Enter TIMON, in a rage, FLAMINIUS following    TIMON. What, are my doors oppos'd against my passage?     Have I been ever free, and must my house     Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?     The place which I have feasted, does it now,     Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Put in now, Titus.   TITUS. My lord, here is my bill.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Here's mine.   HORTENSIUS. And mine, my lord.   BOTH VARRO'S SERVANTS. And ours, my lord.   PHILOTUS. All our bills.   TIMON. Knock me down with 'em; cleave me to the girdle.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Alas, my lord-   TIMON. Cut my heart in sums.   TITUS. Mine, fifty talents.   TIMON. Tell out my blood.   LUCIUS' SERVANT. Five thousand crowns, my lord.   TIMON. Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? and yours?   FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. My lord-   SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT. My lord-   TIMON. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!      Exit   HORTENSIUS. Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at     their money. These debts may well be call'd desperate ones, for a     madman owes 'em.                                      Exeunt                      Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS    TIMON. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.     Creditors? Devils!   FLAVIUS. My dear lord-   TIMON. What if it should be so?   FLAMINIUS. My lord-   TIMON. I'll have it so. My steward!   FLAVIUS. Here, my lord.   TIMON. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again:     Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius- all.     I'll once more feast the rascals.   FLAVIUS. O my lord,     You only speak from your distracted soul;     There is not so much left to furnish out     A moderate table.   TIMON. Be it not in thy care.     Go, I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide     Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.        Exeunt     SCENE V. The Senate House  Enter three SENATORS at one door, ALCIBIADES meeting them, with attendants    FIRST SENATOR. My lord, you have my voice to't: the fault's bloody.     'Tis necessary he should die:     Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.   SECOND SENATOR. Most true; the law shall bruise him.   ALCIBIADES. Honour, health, and compassion, to the Senate!   FIRST SENATOR. Now, Captain?   ALCIBIADES. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;     For pity is the virtue of the law,     And none but tyrants use it cruelly.     It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy     Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood     Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth     To those that without heed do plunge into't.     He is a man, setting his fate aside,     Of comely virtues;     Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice-     An honour in him which buys out his fault-     But with a noble fury and fair spirit,     Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,     He did oppose his foe;     And with such sober and unnoted passion     He did behove his anger ere 'twas spent,     As if he had but prov'd an argument.   FIRST SENATOR. You undergo too strict a paradox,     Striving to make an ugly deed look fair;     Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd     To bring manslaughter into form and set     Quarrelling upon the head of valour; which, indeed,     Is valour misbegot, and came into the world     When sects and factions were newly born.     He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer     The worst that man can breathe,     And make his wrongs his outsides,     To wear them like his raiment, carelessly,     And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,     To bring it into danger.     If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,     What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!   ALCIBIADES. My lord-   FIRST SENATOR. You cannot make gross sins look clear:     To revenge is no valour, but to bear.   ALCIBIADES. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me     If I speak like a captain:     Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,     And not endure all threats? Sleep upon't,     And let the foes quietly cut their throats,     Without repugnancy? If there be     Such valour in the bearing, what make we     Abroad? Why, then, women are more valiant,     That stay at home, if bearing carry it;     And the ass more captain than the lion; the fellow     Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,     If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,     As you are great, be pitifully good.     Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?     To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;     But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.     To be in anger is impiety;     But who is man that is not angry?     Weigh but the crime with this.   SECOND SENATOR. You breathe in vain.   ALCIBIADES. In vain! His service done     At Lacedaemon and Byzantium     Were a sufficient briber for his life.   FIRST SENATOR. What's that?   ALCIBIADES. Why, I say, my lords, has done fair service,     And slain in fight many of your enemies;     How full of valour did he bear himself     In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!   SECOND SENATOR. He has made too much plenty with 'em.     He's a sworn rioter; he has a sin that often     Drowns him and takes his valour prisoner.     If there were no foes, that were enough     To overcome him. In that beastly fury     He has been known to commit outrages     And cherish factions. 'Tis inferr'd to us     His days are foul and his drink dangerous.   FIRST SENATOR. He dies.   ALCIBIADES. Hard fate! He might have died in war.     My lords, if not for any parts in him-     Though his right arm might purchase his own time,     And be in debt to none- yet, more to move you,     Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both;     And, for I know your reverend ages love     Security, I'll pawn my victories, all     My honours to you, upon his good returns.     If by this crime he owes the law his life,     Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore;     For law is strict, and war is nothing more.   FIRST SENATOR. We are for law: he dies. Urge it no more     On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother,     He forfeits his own blood that spills another.   ALCIBIADES. Must it be so? It must not be. My lords,     I do beseech you, know me.   SECOND SENATOR. How!   ALCIBIADES. Call me to your remembrances.   THIRD SENATOR. What!   ALCIBIADES. I cannot think but your age has forgot me;     It could not else be I should prove so base     To sue, and be denied such common grace.     My wounds ache at you.   FIRST SENATOR. Do you dare our anger?     'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:     We banish thee for ever.   ALCIBIADES. Banish me!     Banish your dotage! Banish usury     That makes the Senate ugly.   FIRST SENATOR. If after two days' shine Athens contain thee,     Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit,     He shall be executed presently.              Exeunt SENATORS   ALCIBIADES. Now the gods keep you old enough that you may live     Only in bone, that none may look on you!     I'm worse than mad; I have kept back their foes,     While they have told their money and let out     Their coin upon large interest, I myself     Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?     Is this the balsam that the usuring Senate     Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment!     It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;     It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,     That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up     My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.     'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;     Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.         Exit     SCENE VI. A banqueting hall in TIMON'S house  Music. Tables set out; servants attending. Enter divers LORDS, friends of TIMON, at several doors    FIRST LORD. The good time of day to you, sir.   SECOND LORD. I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord     did but try us this other day.   FIRST LORD. Upon that were my thoughts tiring when we encount'red.     I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seem in the trial     of his several friends.   SECOND LORD. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new     feasting.   FIRST LORD. 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     conjur'd me beyond them, and I must needs appear.   SECOND LORD. 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.   FIRST LORD. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all     things go.   SECOND LORD. Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of     you?   FIRST LORD. A thousand pieces.   SECOND LORD. A thousand pieces!   FIRST LORD. What of you?   SECOND LORD. He sent to me, sir- here he comes.                     Enter TIMON and attendants    TIMON. With all my heart, gentlemen both! And how fare you?   FIRST LORD. Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.   SECOND LORD. The swallow follows not summer more willing than we     your lordship.   TIMON. [Aside] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds     are men- Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long     stay; feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so     harshly o' th' trumpet's sound; we shall to't presently.   FIRST LORD. I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship that     I return'd you an empty messenger.   TIMON. O sir, let it not trouble you.   SECOND LORD. My noble lord-   TIMON. Ah, my good friend, what cheer?   SECOND LORD. 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.   TIMON. Think not on't, sir.   SECOND LORD. If you had sent but two hours before-   TIMON. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. [The banquet     brought in] Come, bring in all together.   SECOND LORD. All cover'd dishes!   FIRST LORD. Royal cheer, I warrant you.   THIRD LORD. Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.   FIRST LORD. How do you? What's the news?   THIRD LORD. Alcibiades is banish'd. Hear you of it?   FIRST AND SECOND LORDS. Alcibiades banish'd!   THIRD LORD. 'Tis so, be sure of it.   FIRST LORD. How? how?   SECOND LORD. I pray you, upon what?   TIMON. My worthy friends, will you draw near?   THIRD LORD. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.   SECOND LORD. This is the old man still.   THIRD LORD. Will't hold? Will't hold?   SECOND LORD. It does; but time will- and so-   THIRD LORD. I do conceive.   TIMON. Each man to his stool with that spur as he would to the lip     of his mistress; your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not     a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon     the first place. Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks:      You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness.     For your own gifts make yourselves prais'd; but reserve still to     give, lest your deities be despised. Lend to each man enough,     that one need not lend to another; for were your god-heads to     borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be     beloved more than the man that gives it. Let no assembly of     twenty be without a score of villains. If there sit twelve women     at the table, let a dozen of them be- as they are. The rest of     your foes, O gods, the senators of Athens, together with the     common lag of people, what is amiss in them, you gods, make     suitable for destruction. For these my present friends, as they     are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are     they welcome.      Uncover, dogs, and lap.        [The dishes are uncovered and                                   seen to he full of warm water]   SOME SPEAK. What does his lordship mean?   SOME OTHER. I know not.   TIMON. May you a better feast never behold,     You knot of mouth-friends! Smoke and lukewarm water     Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;     Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,     Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces                              [Throwing the water in their faces]     Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd and long,     Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,     Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,     You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time's flies,     Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-lacks!     Of man and beast the infinite malady     Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?     Soft, take thy physic first; thou too, and thou.     Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.       [Throws the                             dishes at them, and drives them out]     What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast     Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.     Burn house! Sink Athens! Henceforth hated be     Of Timon man and all humanity!                          Exit                             Re-enter the LORDS    FIRST LORD. How now, my lords!   SECOND LORD. Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury?   THIRD LORD. Push! Did you see my cap?   FOURTH LORD. I have lost my gown.   FIRST LORD. He's but a mad lord, and nought but humours 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?   THIRD LORD. Did you see my cap?   SECOND LORD. Here 'tis.   FOURTH LORD. Here lies my gown.   FIRST LORD. Let's make no stay.   SECOND LORD. Lord Timon's mad.   THIRD LORD. I feel't upon my bones.   FOURTH LORD. One day he gives us diamonds, next day stones.                                                           Exeunt