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APEMANTUS

E’en as Apemantus does now: hate a lord with my heart.

TIMON
What, thyself?

APEMANTUS
Ay. [235]

TIMON
Wherefore?

APEMANTUS
That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not thou a merchant?

MERCHANT
Ay, Apemantus.

APEMANTUS

Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! [240]

MERCHANT

If traffic do it, the gods do it.

APEMANTUS
Traffic’s thy god, and thy god confound thee!

Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger.

TIMON
What trumpet’s that?

MESSENGER
’Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty horse, [245]
All of companionship.

TIMON