FIRST AND SECOND FRIENDS.
Alcibiades banished?
THIRD FRIEND.
’Tis so, be sure of it.
FIRST FRIEND.
How, how?
SECOND FRIEND.
I pray you, upon what?
TIMON.
My worthy friends, will you draw near?
THIRD FRIEND.
I’ll tell you more anon. Here’s a noble feast toward.
SECOND FRIEND.
This is the old man still.
THIRD FRIEND.
Will’t hold, will’t hold?
SECOND FRIEND.
It does, but time will—and so—
THIRD FRIEND.
I do conceive.