SECOND VARRO’S SERVANT.
My lord—
TIMON.
Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
[Exit.]
HORTENSIUS.
Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money. These debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes ’em.
[Exeunt.]
Enter Timon and Flavius.
TIMON.
They have e’en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? Devils!
FLAVIUS.
My dear lord—
TIMON.
What if it should be so?
FLAVIUS.
My lord—