Alcibiades, Thou Art a Soldier, Therefore Seldom Rich

My lord, i know no man can justly praise, but what he does affect. I weigh my friend's affection with my own. Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs. Thus, honest fools lay out their wealth on courtsies. Now, apamatus, if thou wert not so sullen, i would be good to thee. All to you. Best of happiness, honour and fortunes. Keep with you. Ready for his friends.