[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The same. A hall in Timon’s house
Enter Flavius with many bills in his hand.
FLAVIUS.
No care, no stop, so senseless of expense,
That he will neither know how to maintain it
Nor cease his flow of riot. Takes no account
How things go from him, nor resumes no care
Of what is to continue. Never mind
Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
What shall be done? He will not hear till feel.
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fie, fie, fie, fie!
Enter Caphis and the Servants of Isidore and Varro.
CAPHIS.
Good even, Varro. What, you come for money?
VARRO’S SERVANT.
Is’t not your business too?
CAPHIS.
It is. And yours too, Isidore?
ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
It is so.
CAPHIS.
Would we were all discharged!