APEMANTUS.
Yes.

POET.
Then I lie not.

APEMANTUS.
Art not a poet?

POET.
Yes.

APEMANTUS.
Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast
feigned him a worthy fellow.

POET.
That's not feigned; he is so.

APEMANTUS.
Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Heavens, that I were a lord!

TIMON.
What wouldst do then, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS.
Even as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.