O! let me stay
And comfort you, my master.

TIMON.
If thou hatest curses,
Stay not; fly, whilst thou'rt bless'd and free:
Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.

[Exeunt severally.]



Act V.

Scene I. The woods. Before TIMON's Cave.

[Enter POET and PAINTER.]

PAINTER.
As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he
abides.

POET.
What's to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true that
he is so full of gold?

PAINTER.
Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had
gold of him: he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with
great quantity. 'Tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.