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You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

TIMON
Well mock’d. [175]

Enter Apemantus.

MERCHANT
No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
Which all men speak with him.

TIMON
Look who comes here: will you be chid?

JEWELLER

We’ll bear, with your lordship.

MERCHANT

He’ll spare none.

TIMON
Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus. [180]

APEMANTUS
Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow,
When thou art Timon’s dog, and these knaves honest.

TIMON
Why dost thou call them knaves, thou know’st them not?

APEMANTUS
Are they not Athenians? [185]

TIMON
Yes.

APEMANTUS