TIMON
Go to my steward.
CAPHIS
Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
To the succession of new days this month:
My master is awaked by great occasion
To call upon his own, and humbly prays you
That with your other noble parts you'll suit
In giving him his right.
TIMON
Mine honest friend,
I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
CAPHIS
Nay, good my lord,–
TIMON
Contain thyself, good friend.
Varro's Servant
One Varro's servant, my good lord,–
Isidore's Servant
From Isidore;
He humbly prays your speedy payment.
CAPHIS
If you did know, my lord, my master's wants–
Varro's Servant
'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past.
Isidore's Servant
Your steward puts me off, my lord;
And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
TIMON
Give me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
I'll wait upon you instantly.
Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords
To FLAVIUS
Come hither: pray you,
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
With clamourous demands of date- broke bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?
FLAVIUS
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.