APEMANTUS.
Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon.

SECOND LORD.
Joy had the like conception in our eyes,
And, at that instant like a babe, sprung up.

APEMANTUS.
Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.

THIRD LORD.
I promise you, my lord, you mov'd me much.

APEMANTUS.
Much!

[Tucket sounded.]

TIMON.
What means that trump?

[Enter a SERVANT.]

How now!

SERVANT.
Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of
admittance.

TIMON.