Alc. Now the Gods keepe you old enough, That you may liue Onely in bone, that none may looke on you. I'm worse then mad: I haue kept backe their Foes While they haue told their Money, and let out Their Coine vpon large interest. I my selfe, Rich onely in large hurts. All those, for this? Is this the Balsome, that the vsuring Senat Powres into Captaines wounds? Banishment. It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht, It is a cause worthy my Spleene and Furie, That I may strike at Athens. Ile cheere vp My discontented Troopes, and lay for hearts; 'Tis Honour with most Lands to be at ods, Souldiers should brooke as little wrongs as Gods. Enter. Enter diuers Friends at seuerall doores. 1 The good time of day to you, sir 2 I also wish it to you: I thinke this Honorable Lord did but try vs this other day 1 Vpon that were my thoughts tyring when wee encountred. I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seeme in the triall of his seuerall Friends 2 It should not be, by the perswasion of his new Feasting 1 I should thinke so. He hath sent mee an earnest inuiting, which many my neere occasions did vrge mee to put off: but he hath coniur'd mee beyond them, and I must needs appeare 2 In like manner was I in debt to my importunat businesse, but he would not heare my excuse. I am sorrie, when he sent to borrow of mee, that my Prouision was out 1 I am sicke of that greefe too, as I vnderstand how all things go 2 Euery man heares so: what would hee haue borrowed of you? 1 A thousand Peeces 2 A thousand Peeces? 1 What of you? 2 He sent to me sir- Heere he comes. Enter Timon and Attendants. Tim. With all my heart Gentlemen both; and how fare you? 1 Euer at the best, hearing well of your Lordship 2 The Swallow followes not Summer more willing, then we your Lordship Tim. Nor more willingly leaues Winter, such Summer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompence this long stay: Feast your eares with the Musicke awhile: If they will fare so harshly o'th' Trumpets sound: we shall too't presently 1 I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your Lordship, that I return'd you an empty Messenger Tim. O sir, let it not trouble you 2 My Noble Lord Tim. Ah my good Friend, what cheere? The Banket brought in. 2 My most Honorable Lord, I am e'ne sick of shame, that when your Lordship this other day sent to me, I was so vnfortunate a Beggar Tim. Thinke not on't, sir 2 If you had sent but two houres before Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. Come bring in all together 2 All couer'd Dishes 1 Royall Cheare, I warrant you 3 Doubt not that, if money and the season can yeild it 1 How do you? What's the newes? 3 Alcibiades is banish'd: heare you of it? Both. Alcibiades banish'd? 3 'Tis so, be sure of it