promise you, my lord, you moved me much. Much! What means that trump? How now? Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance. Ladies! what are their wills? There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office, to signify their pleasures. I pray, let them be admitted. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all That of his bounties taste! The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom: th' ear, Taste, touch and smell, pleased from thy tale rise; They only now come but to feast thine eyes. They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance: Music, make their welcome! You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved. Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way! They dance! they are mad women. Like madness is the glory of this life. As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous spite and envy. Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves Of their friends' gift? I should fear those that dance before me now Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun. 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 entertain'd me with mine own device; I am to thank you for 't. My lord, you take us even at the best. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you: Please you to dispose yourselves. Most thankfully, my lord. Flavius. My lord? The little casket bring me hither. Yes, my lord. 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 'ld be cross'd then, an he could. 'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. Where be our men? Here, my lord, in readiness. 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