VARRO’S SERVANT.
One Varro’s servant, my good lord—
ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
From Isidore. He humbly prays your speedy payment.
CAPHIS.
If you did know, my lord, my master’s wants—
VARRO’S SERVANT.
’Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past.
ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
Your steward puts me off, my lord, and I
Am sent expressly to your lordship.
TIMON.
Give me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on,
I’ll wait upon you instantly.
[Exeunt Alcibiades and Timon’s train.]
[To Flavius.] Come hither. Pray you,
How goes the world, that I am thus encountered
With clamorous demands of debt, broken bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts
Against my honour?
FLAVIUS.
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business.
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.
TIMON.
Do so, my friends.
See them well entertained.