TIMON.
Ah, my good friend, what cheer?
SECOND FRIEND.
My most honourable lord, I am e’en sick of shame that when your lordship this other day sent to me I was so unfortunate a beggar.
TIMON.
Think not on’t, sir.
SECOND FRIEND.
If you had sent but two hours before—
TIMON.
Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
[The banquet brought in.]
Come, bring in all together.
SECOND FRIEND.
All covered dishes!
FIRST FRIEND.
Royal cheer, I warrant you.
THIRD FRIEND.
Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it.