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Apem. Ev’n as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with my heart.
Tim. What, thyself?
Apem. Ay. . *
#m. Wherefore ?
Apem. That I had so hungry a wit to be a Lord.—(5) Art thou not a merchant
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not [.
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it.
Apem. Traffic’s thy god, and thy god confound thee!