Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!

APEMANTUS.
Would 'twere so:
But not till I am dead; I'll say thou'st gold:
Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly.

TIMON.
Throng'd to?

APEMANTUS.
Ay.

TIMON.
Thy back, I prithee.

APEMANTUS.
Live, and love thy misery!

TIMON.
Long live so, and so die!

[Exit APEMANTUS.]

I am quit.
More things like men! Eat, Timon, and abhor them.

[Enter BANDITTI.]