Page 3096 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he’s but a filthy piece of
work.
PAINTER
Y’are a dog.
APEMANTUS
Thy mother’s of my generation. What’s she, if I be a dog? [205]
TIMON
Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS
No; I eat not lords.
TIMON
And thou shouldst, thou’dst anger ladies.
APEMANTUS
O they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. [210]
TIMON
That’s a lascivious apprehension.
APEMANTUS
So thou apprehend’st it; take it for thy labour.
TIMON
How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS
Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit. [215]
TIMON
What dost thou think ’tis worth?
