FLAVIUS.
I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word. It does concern you near.
TIMON.
Near? Why then, another time I’ll hear thee.
I prithee let’s be provided to show them entertainment.
FLAVIUS.
[Aside.] I scarce know how.
Enter another Servant.
SECOND SERVANT.
May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapped in silver.
TIMON.
I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
Be worthily entertained.
[Exit Servant.]
Enter a third Servant.
How now? What news?
THIRD SERVANT.
Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company tomorrow to hunt with him and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.