That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

[Exit.]

FIRST LORD.
Where be our men?

SERVANT.
Here, my lord, in readiness.

SECOND LORD.
Our horses!

[Re-enter FLAVIUS, with the casket.]

TIMON.
O, my friends! I have one word to say to you;
Look you, my good lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
Kind my lord.

FIRST LORD.
I am so far already in your gifts--

ALL.
So are we all.

[Enter a SERVANT.]