! What, do we meet together? Ay, and I think One business does command us all; for mine Is money. So is theirs and ours. And Sir Philotus too! Good day at once. Welcome, good brother. What do you think the hour? Labouring for nine. So much? Is not my lord seen yet? Not yet. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven. 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. I am of your fear for that. I'll show you how to observe a strange event. Your lord sends now for money. Most true, he does. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, For which I wait for money. It is against my heart. 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. 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. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours? Five thousand mine. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun, Your master's confidence was above mine; Else, surely, his had equall'd. One of Lord Timon's men. Flaminius! Sir, a word: pray, is my lord ready to come forth? No, indeed, he is not. We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much. I need not tell him that; he knows you are too diligent. Ha! is not that his steward muffled so? He goes away in a cloud: call him, call him. Do you hear, sir? By your leave, sir,-- What do ye ask of me, my friend? We wait for certain money here, sir. 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 the interest into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up; Let me pass quietly: Believe 't, my lord and I have made an end; I have no more to reckon, he to spend. Ay, but this answer will not serve. If 'twill not serve,'tis