APEMANTUS.
I will fly, like a dog, the heels o’ th’ ass.
[Exit.]
FIRST LORD.
He’s opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in
And taste Lord Timon’s bounty? He outgoes
The very heart of kindness.
SECOND LORD.
He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,
Is but his steward. No meed but he repays
Sevenfold above itself, no gift to him
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All use of quittance.
FIRST LORD.
The noblest mind he carries
That ever governed man.
SECOND LORD.
Long may he live in fortunes. Shall we in?
FIRST LORD.
I’ll keep you company.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The Same. A room of state in Timon’s house
Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet served in, Flavius and others attending; and then enter Lord Timon, the Senators, the Athenian Lords, Alcibiades, and Ventidius, which Timon redeemded from prison. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus, discontentedly, like himself.