The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.

TIMON.
Let it go naked: men may see't the better.
You, that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen and known.

PAINTER.
He and myself
Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.

TIMON.
Ay, you are honest men.

PAINTER.
We are hither come to offer you our service.

TIMON.
Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? No?

BOTH.
What we can do, we'll do, to do you service.

TIMON.
Ye're honest men! Ye've heard that I have gold;
I am sure you have. Speak truth; ye're honest men.