TIMON.
Dues! Whence are you?

CAPHIS.
Of Athens here, my lord.

TIMON.
Go to my steward.

CAPHIS.
Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month:
My master is awak'd by great occasion
To call upon his own; and humbly prays you
That with your other noble parts you'll suit
In giving him his right.

TIMON.
Mine honest friend,
I prithee, but repair to me next morning.

CAPHIS.
Nay, good my lord,--

TIMON.
Contain thyself, good friend.

VARRO'S SERVANT.
One Varro's servant, my good lord,--