TIMON.
Well mock'd.

MERCHANT.
No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
Which all men speak with him.

TIMON.
Look who comes here. Will you be chid?

[Enter APEMANTUS.]

JEWELLER.
We'll bear, with your lordship.

MERCHANT.
He'll spare none.

TIMON.
Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

APEMANTUS.
Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

TIMON.
Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.

APEMANTUS.
Are they not Athenians?