The Life of Timon of Athens. Уильям Шекспир

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      I fear it.

      Here comes the lord!

      So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again.

      My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?

      My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

      Dues! Whence are you?

      Of Athens here, my lord.

      Go to my steward.

      Please it your lordship, he hath put me off

      To the succession of new days this month:

      My master is awak'd 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.

      Mine honest friend,

      I prithee, but repair to me next morning.

      Nay, good my lord, —

      Contain thyself, good friend.

      One Varro's servant, my good lord, —

      From Isidore; he humbly prays your speedy payment.

      If you did know, my lord, my master's wants, —

      'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks and past.

      Your steward puts me off, my lord; and

      I am sent expressly to your lordship.