Enter Timon and his train with Alcibiades
TIMON.
So soon as dinner’s done, we’ll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? What is your will?
CAPHIS.
My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
TIMON.
Dues? Whence are you?
CAPHIS.
Of Athens here, my lord.
TIMON.
Go to my steward.
CAPHIS.
Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month.
My master is awaked by great occasion
To call upon his own and humbly prays you
That with your other noble parts you’ll suit
In giving him his right.
TIMON.
Mine honest friend,
I prithee but repair to me next morning.
CAPHIS.
Nay, good my lord—
TIMON.
Contain thyself, good friend.