Tim. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.
We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell
Hath suffered vnder praise
Iewel. What my Lord, dispraise?
Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations,
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,
It would vnclew me quite
Iewel. My Lord, 'tis rated
As those which sell would giue: but you well know,
Things of like valew differing in the Owners,
Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,
You mend the Iewell by the wearing it
Tim. Well mock'd.
Enter Apermantus.
Mer. No my good Lord, he speakes y common toong
Which all men speake with him
Tim. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?
Iewel. Wee'l beare with your Lordship
Mer. Hee'l spare none
Tim. Good morrow to thee,
Gentle Apermantus
Ape. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.
When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest
Tim. Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st
them not?
Ape. Are they not Athenians?
Tim. Yes