TIMON. You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies, Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Which was not half so beautiful and kind. You have added worth unto ’t and lustre, And entertained me with mine own device. I am to thank you for ’t. FIRST LADY. My lord, you take us even at the best. APEMANTUS. Faith, for the worst is filthy and would not hold taking, I doubt me. TIMON. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you, Please you to dispose yourselves. ALL LADIES. Most thankfully, my lord. [_Exeunt Cupid and Ladies._] TIMON. Flavius! FLAVIUS. My lord? TIMON. The little casket bring me hither. FLAVIUS. Yes, my lord. [_Aside_.] More jewels yet? There is no crossing him in ’s humour; Else I should tell him well, i’ faith, I should, When all’s spent, he’d be crossed then, an he could. ’Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne’er be wretched for his mind. [_Exit._] FIRST LORD. Where be our men? SERVANT. Here, my lord, in readiness. SECOND LORD. Our horses! Enter Flavius with the casket. TIMON. O, my friends, I have one word To say to you. Look you, my good lord, I must entreat you, honour me so much As to advance this jewel. Accept it and wear it, Kind my lord. FIRST LORD. I am so far already in your gifts— ALL. So are we all. Enter a Servant. SERVANT. My lord, there are certain nobles of the Senate Newly alighted and come to visit you. TIMON. They are fairly welcome. [_Exit Servant._] FLAVIUS. I beseech your honour, Vouchsafe me a word. It does concern you near. TIMON. Near? Why then, another time I’ll hear thee. I prithee let’s be provided to show them entertainment. FLAVIUS. [_Aside_.] I scarce know how. Enter another Servant. SECOND SERVANT. May it please your honour, Lord Lucius, Out of his free love, hath presented to you Four milk-white horses, trapped in silver. TIMON. I shall accept them fairly; let the presents Be worthily entertained. [_Exit Servant._] Enter a third Servant. How now? What news? THIRD SERVANT. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to hunt with him and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds. TIMON. I’ll hunt with him; and let them be received, Not without fair reward. [_Exit Servant._] FLAVIUS. [_Aside_.] What will this come to? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, And all out of an empty coffer; Nor will he know his purse or yield me this: To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good. His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word. He is so kind that he now Pays interest for ’t; his land’s put to their books. Well, would I were gently put out of office Before I were forced out. Happier is he that has no friend to feed Than such that do e’en enemies exceed. I bleed inwardly for my lord. [_Exit._]