Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. Ay.
Tim. Wherefore?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not[1717][1718]235
thou a merchant?[1718]
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it.
Apem. Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee![1719] 240
Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger.
Tim. What trumpet's that?[1720]