ACT 4
Scene 3

...keeping some out.
Enter Alcibiades, with Drum and Fife, in warlike manner, and Phrynia and Timandra.

...her cherubin look.
Thy lips rot off!

...curse upon thee!
Give us some gold, good Timon. Hast thou more?

...Your aprons mountant.
(He begins throwing gold into their aprons.)

...pox of wrinkles!
Well, more gold. What then?
Believe ’t that we’ll do anything for gold.

...grave you all!
More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

...offend him.— Strike.
The drum sounds; all but Timon exit.