Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice.

SECOND LORD.
Why, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS.
Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none.

FIRST LORD.
Hang thyself!

APEMANTUS.
No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy
friend.

SECOND LORD.
Away, unpeaceable dog! or I'll spurn thee hence.

APEMANTUS.
I will fly, like a dog, the heels of an ass.

[Exit.]

FIRST LORD.
He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in,
And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes
The very heart of kindness.

SECOND LORD.
He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold,