My lord, you take us even at the best.

APEMANTUS.
Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I
doubt me.

TIMON.
Ladies, there is an idle banquet
Attends you; please you to dispose yourselves.

ALL LADIES.
Most thankfully, my lord.

[Exeunt CUPID and LADIES.]

TIMON.
Flavius!

FLAVIUS.
My lord!

TIMON.
The little casket bring me hither.

FLAVIUS.
Yes, my lord. [Aside.] More jewels yet!
There is no crossing him in 's humour;
Else I should tell him well, i' faith, I should,
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.
'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,