What a coil’s here

Apemantus
What a coil’s here,
Serving of becks and jutting-out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for ’em. Friendship’s full of dregs.
Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court’sies.

O, that men’s ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

Timon
Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I would be good to thee.
Apemantus
No, I’ll nothing, for if I should be bribed
too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and
then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou giv’st so
long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself
in paper shortly. What needs these feasts, pomps,
and vainglories?
Timon
Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell, and
come with better music.
 He exits.
Apemantus
So. Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt
not then. I’ll lock thy heaven from thee.
O, that men’s ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
 He exits.