Tim. An thou shouldst, thou'ldst anger ladies.[1709]
Apem. O, they eat lords; so they come by great[1710]
bellies.[1710]
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: take it for thy labour.[1711]210
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost[1712]
a man a doit.
Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my thinking. How now, poet![1713] 215
Poet. How now, philosopher!
Apem. Thou liest.