FLAVIUS.
Here, my lord.

TIMON.
So fitly! Go, bid all my friends again:
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all:
I'll once more feast the rascals.

FLAVIUS.
O my lord!
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.

TIMON.
Be it not in thy care: go.
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

[Exeunt.]



Scene V. The Same. The Senate House. The Senate Sitting.

FIRST SENATOR.
My lord, you have my voice to it: the fault's
Bloody. 'tis necessary he should die;
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.