Page 3171 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

[Offering food]

TIMON
First mend my company, take away thyself. [285]

APEMANTUS
So I shall mend mine own, by th’ lack of thine.

TIMON
’Tis not well mended so, it is but botch’d;
If not, I would it were.

APEMANTUS
What wouldst thou have to Athens?

TIMON
Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt, [290]

Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.

APEMANTUS
Here is no use for gold.

TIMON
The best and truest;
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.

APEMANTUS
Where liest a nights, Timon?

TIMON

Under that’s above me.
Where feed’st thou a days, Apemantus? [295]

APEMANTUS
Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat it.

TIMON