SECOND LORD.
Joy had the like conception in our eyes
And, at that instant like a babe sprung up.
APEMANTUS.
Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
THIRD LORD.
I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
APEMANTUS.
Much!
[A tucket sounds.]
TIMON.
What means that trump?
Enter a Servant.
How now?
SERVANT.
Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of admittance.
TIMON.
Ladies? What are their wills?