[Offering him a root.
Tim. First mend my company; take away thyself.[2515][2517]
Apem. So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine.[2515][2518]
Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;[2515]
If not, I would it were.[2515]
Apem. What wouldst thou have to Athens? 285
Tim. Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
Tell them there I have gold; look, so I have.
Apem. Here is no use for gold.
Tim. The best and truest;
For here it sleeps, and does no hired harm.
Apem. Where liest o' nights, Timon?[2519] 290
Tim. Under that's above me. Where feed'st thou o'[2520]
days, Apemantus?[2520]