And make him weigh with her.

OLD ATHENIAN.
Most noble lord,
Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

TIMON.
My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

LUCILIUS.
Humbly I thank your lordship. Never may
That state or fortune fall into my keeping
Which is not owed to you!

[Exeunt LUCILIUS and OLD ATHENIAN.]

POET.
[Presenting his poem]
Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!

TIMON.
I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

PAINTER.
A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.

TIMON.
Painting is welcome.