SENATOR. Get on your cloak and haste you to Lord Timon. Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased With slight denial, nor then silenced when “Commend me to your master”, and the cap Plays in the right hand, thus; but tell him, My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn Out of mine own, his days and times are past, And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit. I love and honour him, But must not break my back to heal his finger. Immediate are my needs, and my relief Must not be tossed and turned to me in words, But find supply immediate. Get you gone. Put on a most importunate aspect, A visage of demand, for I do fear When every feather sticks in his own wing, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone. CAPHIS. I go, sir. SENATOR. Take the bonds along with you, And have the dates in. Come. CAPHIS. I will, sir. SENATOR. Go. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timon’s house Enter Flavius with many bills in his hand. FLAVIUS. No care, no stop, so senseless of expense, That he will neither know how to maintain it Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no account How things go from him, nor resumes no care Of what is to continue. Never mind Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done? He will not hear till feel. I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fie, fie, fie, fie! Enter Caphis and the Servants of Isidore and Varro. CAPHIS. Good even, Varro. What, you come for money? VARRO’S SERVANT. Is’t not your business too? CAPHIS. It is. And yours too, Isidore? ISIDORE’S SERVANT. It is so. CAPHIS. Would we were all discharged! VARRO’S SERVANT. I fear it. CAPHIS. Here comes the lord. Enter Timon and his train with Alcibiades TIMON. So soon as dinner’s done, we’ll forth again, My Alcibiades. With me? What is your will? CAPHIS. My lord, here is a note of certain dues. TIMON. Dues? Whence are you? CAPHIS. Of Athens here, my lord. TIMON. Go to my steward. CAPHIS. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off To the succession of new days this month. My master is awaked by great occasion To call upon his own and humbly prays you That with your other noble parts you’ll suit In giving him his right. TIMON. Mine honest friend, I prithee but repair to me next morning. CAPHIS. Nay, good my lord— TIMON. Contain thyself, good friend. VARRO’S SERVANT. One Varro’s servant, my good lord— ISIDORE’S SERVANT. From Isidore. He humbly prays your speedy payment. CAPHIS. If you did know, my lord, my master’s wants— VARRO’S SERVANT. ’Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past. ISIDORE’S SERVANT. Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I Am sent expressly to your lordship. TIMON. Give me breath. I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on, I’ll wait upon you instantly. [_Exeunt Alcibiades and Timon’s train._]