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Bhter Varro, Titus, Hortenfius, Lucius, and other sorwants of Timon's creditors, who wait for his coming out.

War. Ell met, good-morrow, Titus and Horten/sus.
Tit. The like to you, kind Warro.
Hor. Lucius, why do we meet together
Luc. I think, one business does command us all.
For mine is money.
Tit. So is theirs, and ours.

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Flam. I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent.

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Phi. And our bills. * Tim. Knock me down with 'em—cleave me to the girdle.

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