Thou art proud, Apemantus.

APEM. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

TIM. Whither art going?

APEM. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

TIM. That's a deed thou't die for.

APEM. Right, if doing nothing be death by th' law.

TIM. How lik'st thou this picture, Apemantus?

APEM. The best, for the innocence.

TIM. Wrought he not well that painted it?

APEM. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

PAIN. Y' are a dog.

APEM. Thy mother's of my generation; what's she, if I be a dog?

TIM. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?

APEM. No; I eat not lords.

TIM. And thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies.

APEM. O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

TIM. That's a lascivious apprehension.

APEM. So thou apprehend'st it, take it for thy labor.

TIM. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

APEM. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cast a man a doit.

TIM. What dost thou think 'tis worth?

APEM. Not worth my thinking. How now, poet?

POET. How now, philosopher?

APEM. Thou liest.

POET. Art not one?

APEM. Yes.

POET. Then I lie not.

APEM. Art not a poet?

POET. Yes.

APEM.