HORTENSIUS.
Most true, he does.

TITUS.
And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,
For which I wait for money.

HORTENSIUS.
It is against my heart.

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Mark, how strange it shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes:
And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels,
And send for money for 'em.

HORTENSIUS.
I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness:
I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns; what's yours?

LUCIUS' SERVANT.
Five thousand mine.

FIRST VARRO'S SERVANT.
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sum,