APEMANTUS.
Here, I will mend thy feast.
TIMON.
First mend my company, take away thyself.
APEMANTUS.
So I shall mend mine own, by th’ lack of thine.
TIMON.
’Tis not well mended so, it is but botched.
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 a-nights, Timon?
TIMON.
Under that’s above me. Where feed’st thou a-days, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Where my stomach finds meat, or rather where I eat it.
TIMON.
Would poison were obedient and knew my mind!
APEMANTUS.
Where wouldst thou send it?
TIMON.
To sauce thy dishes.
APEMANTUS.
The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both
ends. When thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume, they mocked thee for
too much curiosity; in thy rags thou know’st none, but art despised for
the contrary. There’s a medlar for thee. Eat it.
TIMON.
On what I hate I feed not.
APEMANTUS.
Dost hate a medlar?
TIMON.
Ay, though it look like thee.
APEMANTUS.
An thou’dst hated medlars sooner, thou shouldst have loved thyself
better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift that was beloved
after his means?
TIMON.
Who, without those means thou talk’st of, didst thou ever know beloved?
APEMANTUS.
Myself.
TIMON.
I understand thee. Thou hadst some means to keep a dog.
APEMANTUS.
What things in the world canst thou nearest compare to thy flatterers?
TIMON.
Women nearest; but men—men are the things themselves. What wouldst thou
do with the world, Apemantus, if it lay in thy power?
APEMANTUS.
Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men.
TIMON.
Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men and remain a
beast with the beasts?
APEMANTUS.
Ay, Timon.
TIMON.
A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t’ attain to. If thou
wert the lion, the fox would beguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the
fox would eat thee; if thou wert the fox, the lion would suspect thee
when peradventure thou wert accused by the ass; if thou wert the ass,
thy dulness would torment thee, and still thou lived’st but as a
breakfast to the wolf; if thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would
afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner.
Wert thou the unicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee and make
thine own self the conquest of thy fury; wert thou a bear, thou wouldst
be killed by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by
the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert germane to the lion, and
the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life. All thy safety were
remotion, and thy defence absence. What beast couldst thou be that were
not subject to a beast? And what beast art thou already that seest not
thy loss in transformation!
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