PHILOTUS
All our bills.
TIMON
Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle.
Lucilius' Servant
Alas, my lord,-
TIMON
Cut my heart in sums.
TITUS
Mine, fifty talents.
TIMON
Tell out my blood.
Lucilius' Servant
Five thousand crowns, my lord.
TIMON
Five thousand drops pays that.
What yours?–and yours?
First Servant
My lord,–
Second Servant
My lord,–
TIMON
Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you!
Exit
HORTENSIUS
'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps
at their money: these debts may well be called
desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
Exeunt
Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS
TIMON
They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils!