Apem. To vex thee.
Tim. Always a villain's office, or a fool's.
Dost please thyself in't!
Apem. Ay.
Tim. What! a knave too?"
immediately after which, the unhappy Timon proceeds, with admirable discrimination, to contrast himself and his persecutor; a description
which, for strength and severity, as well as truth of censure, has never been exceeded:—
"Tim. Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
Had'st thou like us, from our first swath, proceeded