Well met; good morrow, Titus and
Hortensius.
TITUS. The like to you, kind Varro.
HORTENSIUS. Lucius! What, do we meet together?
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, and I think one business does command us
all;
for mine is money.
TITUS. So is theirs and ours.
Enter PHILOTUS
LUCIUS' SERVANT. And Sir Philotus too!
PHILOTUS. Good day at once.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. welcome, good brother, what do you think the
hour?
PHILOTUS. Labouring for nine.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. So much?
PHILOTUS. Is not my lord seen yet?
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Not yet.
PHILOTUS. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him;
You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sun's, but not like his recoverable.
I fear
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;
That is, one may reach deep enough and yet
Find little.
PHILOTUS. I am of your fear for that.
TITUS. I'll show you how t' observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.
HORTENSIUS. Most true, he does.
TITUS. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.
HORTENSIUS. It is against my heart.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Mark how strange it shows
Timon in this should pay more than he owes;
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels
And send for money for 'em.
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