extremity of both ends. When thou wast in thy gilt and thy
perfume, they mock'd thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags
thou know'st none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a
medlar for thee; eat it.

TIMON.
On what I hate I feed not.

APEMANTUS.
Dost hate a medlar?

TIMON.
Ay, though it look like thee.

APEMANTUS.
An thou hadst hated medlars sooner, thou shouldst have loved
thyself better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift
that was beloved after his means?

TIMON.
Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou ever
know beloved?

APEMANTUS.
Myself.

TIMON.
I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a dog.

APEMANTUS.