FIRST FRIEND. How do you? What’s the news? THIRD FRIEND. Alcibiades is banished. Hear you of it? FIRST AND SECOND FRIENDS. Alcibiades banished? THIRD FRIEND. ’Tis so, be sure of it. FIRST FRIEND. How, how? SECOND FRIEND. I pray you, upon what? TIMON. My worthy friends, will you draw near? THIRD FRIEND. I’ll tell you more anon. Here’s a noble feast toward. SECOND FRIEND. This is the old man still. THIRD FRIEND. Will’t hold, will’t hold? SECOND FRIEND. It does, but time will—and so— THIRD FRIEND. 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 praised, 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 godheads 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 prove to be full of lukewarm 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 Your reeking villainy. [_Throws water in their faces._] Live loathed, 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-jacks! Of man and beast the infinite malady Crust you quite o’er! [_They stand_.] What, dost thou go? Soft! Take thy physic first; thou too, and thou! Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none. [_He attacks them and forces 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._] Enter Timon’s Friends, the Senators with other Lords. FIRST FRIEND. How now, my lords? SECOND FRIEND. Know you the quality of Lord Timon’s fury? THIRD FRIEND. Push! Did you see my cap? FOURTH FRIEND. I have lost my gown.