TIMON.
I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
It comes in charity to thee; for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.

ALCIBIADES.
Ay, defil'd land, my lord.

FIRST LORD.
We are so virtuously bound,--

TIMON.
And so am I to you.

SECOND LORD.
So infinitely endear'd,--

TIMON.
All to you. Lights, more lights!

FIRST LORD.
The best of happiness,
Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, Lord Timon!

TIMON.