TIMON.
I’ll have it so.—My steward!
FLAVIUS.
Here, my lord.
TIMON.
So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius, all.
I’ll once more feast the rascals.
FLAVIUS.
O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.
TIMON.
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all. Let in the tide
Of knaves once more. My cook and I’ll provide.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V. The same. The senate house
Enter three Senators at one door, Alcibiades meeting them, with Attendants.
FIRST SENATOR.
My lord, you have my voice to ’t. The fault’s
Bloody. ’Tis necessary he should die.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
SECOND SENATOR.
Most true, the law shall bruise ’em.