Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee
profitably.

PAGE.
Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these
letters: I know not which is which.

APEMANTUS.
Canst not read?

PAGE.
No.

APEMANTUS.
There will little learning die, then, that day thou art
hanged. This is to Lord Timon; this to Alcibiades. Go; thou wast
born a bastard, and thou'lt die a bawd.

PAGE.
Thou wast whelped a dog, and thou shalt famish a dog's death.
Answer not; I am gone.

[Exit PAGE.]

APEMANTUS.
E'en so thou outrunn'st grace.--
Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's.

FOOL.
Will you leave me there?