Page 3176 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
P. 3176
May have the world in empire!
APEMANTUS
Would ’twere so!
But not till I am dead. I’ll say th’ hast gold.
Thou wilt be throng’d to shortly.
TIMON
Throng’d to?
APEMANTUS
Ay.
TIMON
Thy back, I prithee.
APEMANTUS
Live, and love thy misery. [395]
TIMON
Long live so, and so die! I am quit.
APEMANTUS
Moe things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
[Exit]
Enter the Bandits.
FIRST BANDIT
Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort
of his remainder. The mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his friends,
[400] drove him into this melancholy.
SECOND BANDIT
It is nois’d he hath a mass of treasure.
THIRD BANDIT
