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With more than common thanks I will receive it.

THIRD LORD
O he’s the very soul of bounty. [205]

TIMON
And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay
courser I rode on. ’Tis yours, because you lik’d it.

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

TIMON
You may take my word, my lord, I know no man [210]

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.

ALL LORDS
O none so welcome.

TIMON
I take all and your several visitations [215]

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 [220]
Is ’mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch’d field.

ALCIBIADES
Ay, defil’d land, my lord.

FIRST LORD
We are so virtuously bound −