PHILOTUS.
I am of your fear for that.
TITUS.
I’ll show you how t’ observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money?
HORTENSIUS.
Most true, he does.
TITUS.
And he wears jewels now of Timon’s gift,
For which I wait for money.
HORTENSIUS.
It is against my heart.
LUCIUS.
Mark how strange it shows,
Timon in this should pay more than he owes,
And e’en as if your lord should wear rich jewels
And send for money for ’em.
HORTENSIUS.
I’m weary of this charge, the gods can witness.
I know my lord hath spent of Timon’s wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.
FIRST VARRO’S SERVANT.
Yes, mine’s three thousand crowns. What’s yours?
LUCIUS.
Five thousand mine.
FIRST VARRO’S SERVANT.
’Tis much deep, and it should seem by th’ sum
Your master’s confidence was above mine,
Else surely his had equalled.