FLAVIUS.
O, let me stay
And comfort you, my master.
TIMON.
If thou hat’st curses,
Stay not. Fly whilst thou’rt blest and free.
Ne’er see thou man, and let me ne’er see thee.
[Exeunt severally.]
ACT V
SCENE I. The woods. Before Timon’s cave
Enter Poet and Painter.
PAINTER.
As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
POET.
What’s to be thought of him? Does the rumour hold for true that he is so full of gold?
PAINTER.
Certain. Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him. He likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity. ’Tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
POET.
Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends?