TIMON.
How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS.
The best, for the innocence.

TIMON.
Wrought he not well that painted it?

APEMANTUS.
He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's
but a filthy piece of work.

PAINTER.
You're a dog.

APEMANTUS.
Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?

TIMON.
Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS.
No; I eat not lords.

TIMON.
An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies.

APEMANTUS.