Phi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. Serv. So much?
Phi. Is not my lord seen yet?
Luc. Serv. Not yet.
Phi. I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven.[2152] 10
Luc. Serv. Ay, but the days are wax'd shorter with him:[2153]
You must consider that a prodigal course[2154]
Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.[2155]
I fear[2155]
'Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon's purse;[2156] 15
That is, one may reach deep enough and yet[2156]
Find little.[2156]
Phi. I am of your fear for that.
Tit. I'll show you how to observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money.
Hor. Most true, he does.[2157]
Tit. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift, 20
For which I wait for money.[2158]