Leon. [You] are not, forward and open what these dangers are.
Timan. Nay, good Sir.
Leon. Nay, fall not off again, I will have all.
Timan. Alas Sir, what am I, you should believe
My eyes or ears, so subtle to observe
Faults in a State: all my main business
Is service to your Grace, and necessaries
For my poor life.
Leon. Do not displease me Sirrah,
But that you know tell me, and presently.
Timan. Since your Grace will have it
I'll speak it freely: Alwayes my obedience
And love preserv'd unto the Prince.
Leon. Prethee to the matter.
Tim. For Sir, if you consider
How like a Sun in all his great employments,
How full of heat.
Leon. Make me understand what I desire.
Tim. And then at his return.