Is not my lord seen yet?

Philotus
Is not my lord seen yet?
Lucius’ Man
Not yet.
Philotus
I wonder on ’t. He was wont to shine at seven.

’Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon’s purse

Lucius’ Man
Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him.
You must consider that a prodigal course
Is like the sun’s,
But not, like his, recoverable. I fear
’Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon’s purse:
That is, one may reach deep enough and yet
Find little.
Philotus
I am of your fear for that.
Titus
I’ll show you how t’ observe a strange event.
Your lord sends now for money?
Hortensius
Most true, he does.
Titus
And he wears jewels now of Timon’s gift,
For which I wait for money.
Hortensius
It is against my heart.
Lucius’ Man
Mark how strange it shows:
Timon in this should pay more than he owes,
And e’en as if your lord should wear rich jewels
And send for money for ’em.
Hortensius
I’m weary of this charge, the gods can witness.
I know my lord hath spent of Timon’s wealth,
And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.