The Ords Back, Part Two

Ventidius talks, most honoured timon, it hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age and call him too long peace. He is gone, happy and has left me rich. Then, as in grateful virtue, i am bound to your free heart. I do return those talents doubled with thanks and service from whose help i derived liberty. Oh, by no means, honest fantidius, you mistake my love. I gave it freely, ever. And there's none truly say he gives if he receives. If our betters play at that game, we must not dare to imitate them. Faults that are rich, are fair. A noble spirit. But where