lord! What wouldst do then, Apemantus? E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart. What, thyself? Ay. Wherefore? That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not thou a merchant? Ay, Apemantus. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! If traffic do it, the gods do it. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee! What trumpet's that? 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, All of companionship. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us. You must needs dine with me: go not you hence Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done, Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights. Most welcome, sir! So, so, there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet knaves, And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight. Right welcome, sir! Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. What time o' day is't, Apemantus? Time to be honest. That time serves still. The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast? Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. Why, Apemantus? Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none. Hang thyself! No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence! I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in, And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes The very heart of kindness. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed, but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance. The noblest mind he carries That ever govern'd man. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall we in? I'll keep you company. Most honour'd Timon, It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age, And call him to 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