TIMON. You do yourselves much wrong, You bate too much of your own merits. Here, my lord, a trifle of our love. SECOND LORD. With more than common thanks I will receive it. THIRD LORD. O, he’s the very soul of bounty! TIMON. And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on. ’Tis yours because you liked it. THIRD LORD. O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that. TIMON. You may take my word, my lord. I know no man Can justly praise but what he does affect. I weigh my friend’s affection with mine own. I’ll tell you true, I’ll call to you. ALL LORDS. O, none so welcome! TIMON. I take all and your several visitations So kind to heart, ’tis not enough to give; Methinks I could deal kingdoms to my friends, And ne’er be weary. Alcibiades, Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich. It comes in charity to thee, for all thy living Is ’mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitched field. ALCIBIADES. Ay, defiled land, my lord. FIRST LORD. We are so virtuously bound— TIMON. And so am I to you. SECOND LORD. So infinitely endeared— TIMON. All to you. Lights, more lights! FIRST LORD. The best of happiness, honour, and fortunes keep with you, Lord Timon. TIMON. Ready for his friends. [_Exeunt all but Apemantus and Timon._] APEMANTUS. What a coil’s here! Serving of becks and jutting out of bums! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given for ’em. Friendship’s full of dregs. Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs. Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on curtsies. TIMON. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be good to thee. APEMANTUS. No, I’ll nothing, for if I should be bribed too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou giv’st so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper shortly. What needs these feasts, pomps, and vainglories? TIMON. Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell, and come with better music. [_Exit._] APEMANTUS. So. Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then. I’ll lock thy heaven from thee. O, that men’s ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [_Exit._] ACT II SCENE I. Athens. A room in a senator’s house Enter a Senator with papers. SENATOR. And late five thousand. To Varro and to Isidore He owes nine thousand, besides my former sum, Which makes it five-and-twenty. Still in motion Of raging waste! It cannot hold; it will not. If I want gold, steal but a beggar’s dog And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold. If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon— Ask nothing, give it him—it foals me straight, And able horses. No porter at his gate, But rather one that smiles and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason Can sound his state in safety. Caphis, ho! Caphis, I say! Enter Caphis. CAPHIS. Here, sir, what is your pleasure?