TIMON.
Thronged to?
APEMANTUS.
Ay.
TIMON.
Thy back, I prithee.
APEMANTUS.
Live and love thy misery.
TIMON.
Long live so, and so die! I am quit.
APEMANTUS.
More things like men. Eat, Timon, and abhor them.
[Exit Apemantus.]
Enter Banditti.
FIRST BANDIT.
Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder. The mere want of gold and the falling-from of his friends drove him into this melancholy.
SECOND BANDIT.
It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.