_Mer._ He'll spare none.[1694] 180 _Tim._ Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus![1695] _Apem._ Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;[1696] When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.[1697] _Tim._ Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not. _Apem._ Are they not Athenians?[1698] 185 _Tim._ Yes. _Apem._ Then I repent not. _Jew._ You know me, Apemantus?[1699] _Apem._ Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by thy name. _Tim._ Thou art proud, Apemantus.[1700] 190 _Apem._ Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.[1701] _Tim._ Whither art going?[1702] _Apem._ To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. _Tim._ That's a deed thou'lt die for.[1703] _Apem._ Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. 195 _Tim._ How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?[1704] _Apem._ The best, for the innocence.[1705] _Tim._ Wrought he not well that painted it?[1706] _Apem._ He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. 200 _Pain._ You're a dog.[1707] _Apem._ Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if[1708] I be a dog? _Tim._ Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? _Apem._ No; I eat not lords. 205 _Tim._ An thou shouldst, thou'ldst anger ladies.[1709] _Apem._ O, they eat lords; so they come by great[1710] bellies.[1710] _Tim._ That's a lascivious apprehension. _Apem._ So thou apprehend'st it: take it for thy labour.[1711] 210 _Tim._ How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? _Apem._ Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost[1712] a man a doit. _Tim._ What dost thou think 'tis worth? _Apem._ Not worth my thinking. How now, poet![1713] 215 _Poet._ How now, philosopher! _Apem._ Thou liest. _Poet._ Art not one?[1714] _Apem._ Yes. _Poet._ Then I lie not. 220 _Apem._ Art not a poet? _Poet._ Yes. _Apem._ Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.[1715] _Poet._ That's not feigned; he is so. 225 _Apem._ Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for[1716] thy labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! _Tim._ What wouldst do then, Apemantus? _Apem._ E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with 230 my heart. _Tim._ What, thyself? _Apem._ Ay. _Tim._ Wherefore? _Apem._ That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not[1717][1718] 235 thou a merchant?[1718] _Mer._ Ay, Apemantus. _Apem._ Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! _Mer._ If traffic do it, the gods do it.