Apem. Live, and love thy misery![2559]
Tim. Long live so, and so die! [Exit Apemantus.] I am quit.[2560]
Moe things like men? Eat, Timon, and abhor them.[2561]
Enter Banditti.
First Ban. Where should he have this gold? It is some[2562]
poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder: the mere 395
want of gold, and the falling-from of his friends, drove him[2563]
into this melancholy.
Sec. Ban. It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.[2564]
Third Ban. Let us make the assay upon him: if he
care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously 400
reserve it, how shall's get it?
Sec. Ban. True; for he bears it not about him; 'tis hid.[2565]
First Ban. Is not this he?
Banditti. Where?[2566]
Sec. Ban. 'Tis his description. 405