Why shouldst thou hate men?
They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
To some she beggar and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
APEMANTUS Art thou proud yet?
TIMON Ay, that I am not thee.
APEMANTUS I, that I was
No prodigal.
TIMON I, that I am one now:
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
I'ld give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
That the whole life of Athens were in this!
Thus would I eat it.
[Eating a root]
APEMANTUS Here; I will mend thy feast.
[Offering him a root]
TIMON First mend my company, take away thyself.
APEMANTUS So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.
TIMON 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
if not, I would it were.
APEMANTUS What wouldst thou have to Athens?
TIMON Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
APEMANTUS Here is no use for gold.
TIMON The best and truest;
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
APEMANTUS Where liest o' nights, Timon?
TIMON Under that's above me.
Where feed'st thou o' days, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat
it.
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