3.Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much
Aper. Much.
Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers of Amazons, with Lutes in their hands, dauncing and playing.
Tim. What meanes that Trumpe? How now?
Enter Seruant.
Ser. Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies
Most desirous of admittance
Tim. Ladies? what are their wils?
Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner my Lord,
which beares that office, to signifie their pleasures
Tim. I pray let them be admitted.
Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies.
Cup. Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties taste: the fiue best Sences acknowledge thee their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentious bosome. There tast, touch all, pleas'd from thy Table rise: They onely now come but to Feast thine eies
Timo. They'r welcome all, let 'em haue kind admittance.
Musicke make their welcome
Luc. You see my Lord, how ample y'are belou'd