All Lad. Most thankfully, my lord.[1855]
[Exeunt Cupid and Ladies.
Tim. Flavius!
Flav. My lord?
Tim. The little casket bring me hither.
Flav. Yes, my lord. [Aside] More jewels yet![1856][1857][1858]150
There is no crossing him in 's humour;[1857][1859]
Else I should tell him—well, i' faith, I should—[1860]
When all's spent, he'ld be cross'd then, an he could.[1861]
'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,[1862]
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.[1863] [Exit.155
First Lord. Where be our men?[1864]
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness.
Sec. Lord. Our horses![1865]
Re-enter Flavius, with the casket.[1866]