TIMON.
Tear me, take me; and the gods fall upon you!

[Exit.]

HORTENSIUS.
Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their
money: these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a
madman owes 'em.

[Exeunt.]

[Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.]

TIMON.
They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils!

FLAVIUS.
My dear lord--

TIMON.
What if it should be so?

FLAMINIUS.
My lord--

TIMON.
I'll have it so. My steward!