Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds
are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long
stay: feast your ears with the music awhile, if they will fare so
harshly o' the trumpet's sound; we shall to't presently.

FIRST LORD.
I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship that
I return'd you an empty messenger.

TIMON.
O! sir, let it not trouble you.

SECOND LORD.
My noble lord,--

TIMON.
Ah! my good friend, what cheer?

SECOND LORD.
My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame, that
when your lordship this other day sent to me I was so
unfortunate a beggar.

TIMON.
Think not on't, sir.

SECOND LORD.
If you had sent but two hours before,--

TIMON.