My lord, we always have confess'd it.

APEMANTUS.
Ho, ho! confess'd it; hang'd it, have you not?

TIMON.
O! Apemantus, you are welcome.

APEMANTUS.
No,
You shall not make me welcome:
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.

TIMON.
Fie! thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
Does not become a man; 'tis much to blame.
They say, my lords, Ira furor brevis est;
But yond man is ever angry.
Go, let him have a table by himself;
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.

APEMANTUS.
Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon:
I come to observe; I give thee warning on't.

TIMON.
I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian, therefore, welcome.
I myself would have no power; prithee; let my meat make thee
silent.