Still serve him with my life. My dearest master!

[TIMON comes forward.]

TIMON.
Away! What art thou?

FLAVIUS.
Have you forgot me, sir?

TIMON.
Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.

FLAVIUS.
An honest poor servant of yours.

TIMON.
Then I know thee not:
I never had honest man about me; ay all
I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.

FLAVIUS.
The gods are witness,
Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord than mine eyes for you.

TIMON.
What! dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I love thee,
Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st