Apemantus. If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou mightst have hit upon it here: the commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.
Timon. How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city?
Apemantus. Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll see thee again.
Timon. When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar's dog than Apemantus.
Apemantus. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
Timon. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon! 2060
Apemantus. A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse.
Timon. All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
Apemantus. There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st.
Timon. If I name thee. I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
Apemantus. I would my tongue could rot them off!
Timon. Away, thou issue of a mangy dog! Choler does kill me that thou art alive; I swound to see thee.
Apemantus. Would thou wouldst burst!
Apemantus. Beast!
Timon. Slave!
Apemantus. Toad!
Timon. Rogue, rogue, rogue!
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