Apem.
What a coil's here,
Serving of becks and jutting out of bums?
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are giv'n for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs;
Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies.

Tim.
Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I would be good to thee.

Apem.

No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thy self in paper shortly. What need these feasts, pomps, and vain-glories?

Tim.

Nay, if you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better musick.

Apem.
So—thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then.
I'll lock thy heaven from thee:
Oh that mens ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! [Exit.

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