APEMANTUS.
Canst not read?
PAGE.
No.
APEMANTUS.
There will little learning die, then, that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go, thou wast born a bastard, and thou’lt die a bawd.
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Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog’s death. Answer not; I am gone.
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APEMANTUS.
E’en so thou outrunn’st grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon’s.
FOOL.
Will you leave me there?
APEMANTUS.
If Timon stay at home.—You three serve three usurers?
ALL SERVANTS.
Ay, would they served us!
APEMANTUS.
So would I—as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.