What do you think the hour?
PHILOTUS Labouring for nine.
Lucilius' Servant So much?
PHILOTUS Is not my lord seen yet?
Lucilius' Servant Not yet.
PHILOTUS I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.
Lucilius' 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 to 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.
Lucilius' 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.
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.
Varro's
First Servant Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
Lucilius' Servant Five thousand mine.
Varro's
First Servant 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd.
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