TIMON.
I, that I am one now.
Were all the wealth I have shut up in thee,
I’d give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone.
That the whole life of Athens were in this!
Thus would I eat it.
[Eats a root.]
APEMANTUS.
Here, I will mend thy feast.
TIMON.
First mend my company, take away thyself.
APEMANTUS.
So I shall mend mine own, by th’ lack of thine.
TIMON.
’Tis not well mended so, it is but botched.
If not, I would it were.
APEMANTUS.
What wouldst thou have to Athens?
TIMON.
Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold. Look, so I have.
APEMANTUS.
Here is no use for gold.
TIMON.
The best and truest,
For here it sleeps and does no hired harm.