ALL LORDS.
O, none so welcome!
TIMON.
I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, ’tis not enough to give;
Methinks I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne’er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich.
It comes in charity to thee, for all thy living
Is ’mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitched field.
ALCIBIADES.
Ay, defiled land, my lord.
FIRST LORD.
We are so virtuously bound—
TIMON.
And so am I to you.
SECOND LORD.
So infinitely endeared—
TIMON.
All to you. Lights, more lights!
FIRST LORD.
The best of happiness, honour, and fortunes keep with you, Lord Timon.
TIMON.
Ready for his friends.
[Exeunt all but Apemantus and Timon.]