HORTENSIUS. I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness;
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns;
what's
yours?
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Five thousand mine.
FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT. 'Tis much deep; and it should seem by
th'
sum
Your master's confidence was above mine,
Else surely his had equall'd.
Enter FLAMINIUS
TITUS. One of Lord Timon's men.
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Flaminius! Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready
to
come forth?
FLAMINIUS. No, indeed, he is not.
TITUS. We attend his lordship; pray signify so much.
FLAMINIUS. I need not tell him that; he knows you are to
diligent.
Exit
Enter FLAVIUS, in a cloak, muffled
LUCIUS' SERVANT. Ha! Is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.
TITUS. Do you hear, sir?
SECOND VARRO'S SERVANT. By your leave, sir.
FLAVIUS. What do ye ask of me, my friend?
TITUS. We wait for certain money here, sir.
FLAVIUS. Ay,
If money were as certain as your waiting,
'Twere sure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills
When your false masters eat of my lord's meat?
Then they could smile, and fawn upon his debts,
And take down th' int'rest into their glutt'nous maws.
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