APEMANTUS.
Yonder comes a poet and a painter. The plague of company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it, and give way. When I know not what else to do, I’ll see thee again.
TIMON.
When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a beggar’s dog than Apemantus.
APEMANTUS.
Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
TIMON.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
APEMANTUS.
A plague on thee! Thou art too bad to curse.
TIMON.
All villains that do stand by thee are pure.
APEMANTUS.
There is no leprosy but what thou speak’st.
TIMON.
If I name thee,
I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
APEMANTUS.
I would my tongue could rot them off!
TIMON.
Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
Choler does kill me that thou art alive.
I swoon to see thee.