LUCIUS.
What a strange case was that! Now, before the gods, I am ashamed on’t. Denied that honourable man? There was very little honour showed in’t. For my own part, I must needs confess, I have received some small kindnesses from him, as money, plate, jewels, and such like trifles, nothing comparing to his; yet had he mistook him, and sent to me, I should ne’er have denied his occasion so many talents.
Enter Servilius.
SERVILIUS.
See, by good hap, yonder’s my lord; I have sweat to see his honour. [To Lucius.] My honoured lord!
LUCIUS.
Servilius? You are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well. Commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.
SERVILIUS.
May it please your honour, my lord hath sent—
LUCIUS.
Ha! What has he sent? I am so much endeared to that lord; he’s ever sending. How shall I thank him, thinkest thou? And what has he sent now?
SERVILIUS.
Has only sent his present occasion now, my lord, requesting your lordship to supply his instant use with so many talents.
LUCIUS.
I know his lordship is but merry with me;
He cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.
SERVILIUS.
But in the meantime he wants less, my lord.
If his occasion were not virtuous,
I should not urge it half so faithfully.
LUCIUS.
Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?