O! they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

TIMON.
That's a lascivious apprehension.

APEMANTUS.
So thou apprehendest it, take it for thy labour.

TIMON.
How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS.
Not so well as plain dealing, which will not cost a man
a doit.

TIMON.
What dost thou think 'tis worth?

APEMANTUS.
Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!

POET.
How now, philosopher!

APEMANTUS.
Thou liest.

POET.
Art not one?