TIMON.
Noble Ventidius. Well,
I am not of that feather to shake off
My friend when he must need me. I do know him
A gentleman that well deserves a help,
Which he shall have. I’ll pay the debt and free him.
MESSENGER.
Your lordship ever binds him.
TIMON.
Commend me to him, I will send his ransom;
And, being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
’Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after. Fare you well.
MESSENGER.
All happiness to your honour.
[Exit.]
Enter an Old Athenian.
OLD ATHENIAN.
Lord Timon, hear me speak.
TIMON.
Freely, good father.
OLD ATHENIAN.
Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.
TIMON.
I have so. What of him?