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      You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,

      Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,

      Which was not half so beautiful and kind;

      You have added worth unto 't and lustre,

      And entertain'd me with mine own device;

      I am to thank you for 't.

      My lord, you take us even at the best.

      APEMANTUS. Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold taking, I doubt me.

      Ladies, there is an idle banquet

      Attends you; please you to dispose yourselves.

      Most thankfully, my lord.

      Flavius!

      My lord!

      The little casket bring me hither.

      Yes, my lord. [Aside.] More jewels yet!

      There is no crossing him in 's humour;

      Else I should tell him well, i' faith, I should,

      When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could.

      'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,

      That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.

      Where be our men?

      Here, my lord, in readiness.

      Our horses!

      O, my friends! I have one word to say to you;

      Look you, my good lord,

      I must entreat you, honour me so much

      As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,

      Kind my lord.

      I am so far already in your gifts —

      So are we all.

      My lord, there are certain nobles of the Senate

      Newly alighted and come to visit you.

      They are fairly welcome.

      I beseech your honour,

      Vouchsafe me a word; it does concern you near.

      Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee.

      I prithee let's be provided to show them entertainment.

      I scarce know how.

      May it please vour honour, Lord Lucius,

      Out of his free love, hath presented to you

      Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.

      I shall accept them fairly; let the presents

      Be worthily entertain'd.

      How now! What news?

      THIRD SERVANT. Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to hunt with him, and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds.

      I'll hunt with him; and let them be receiv'd,

      Not without fair reward.

      He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,

      And all out of an empty coffer;

      Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,

      To show him what a beggar his heart is,

      Being of no power to make his wishes good.

      His promises fly so beyond his state

      That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes

      For every word: he is so kind that he now

      Pays interest for 't; his land's put to their books.

      Well, would I were gently put out of office

      Before I were forc'd out!

      Happier he that has no friend to feed

      Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.

      I bleed inwardly for my lord.

      You do yourselves much wrong;

      You bate too much of your own merits;

      Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.

      With more than common thanks I will receive it.

      O! he's the very soul of bounty!

      And now I remember, my lord, you gave

      Good words the other day of a bay courser

      I rode on: it is yours because you lik'd it.

      O! I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.

      You may take my word, my lord: I know no man

      Can justly praise but what he does affect:

      I weigh my friend's affection with mine own.

      I'll tell you true; I'll call to you.

      O! none so welcome!

      I take all and your several visitations

      So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;

      Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,

      And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,

      Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;

      It comes in charity to thee; for all thy living

      Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast

      Lie in a pitch'd field.

      Ay,

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