VARRO’S SERVANT.
Aside, aside, here comes Lord Timon.
Enter Timon and Flavius.
APEMANTUS.
Come with me, fool, come.
FOOL.
I do not always follow lover, elder brother, and woman; sometime the philosopher.
[Exeunt Apemantus and Fool.]
FLAVIUS.
Pray you walk near. I’ll speak with you anon.
[Exeunt Servants.]
TIMON.
You make me marvel wherefore ere this time
Had you not fully laid my state before me,
That I might so have rated my expense
As I had leave of means.
FLAVIUS.
You would not hear me,
At many leisures I proposed.
TIMON.
Go to.
Perchance some single vantages you took
When my indisposition put you back,
And that unaptness made your minister
Thus to excuse yourself.