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the character name is "Poet."
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Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Merchant |
19 |
O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?
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2 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
282 |
Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
[Exeunt some Attendants]
You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
Till I have thank'd you: when dinner's done,
Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights.
[Enter ALCIBIADES, with the rest]
Most welcome, sir!
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3 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
297 |
Right welcome, sir!
Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
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4 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
352 |
Nay, my lords,
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]
Ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Than my fortunes to me.
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5 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Apemantus |
395 |
Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
well. Those healths will make thee and thy state
look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to
be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
Apemantus' grace.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
[Eats and drinks]
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
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6 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
462 |
I pray, let them be admitted.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
710 |
Give me breath.
I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on;
I'll wait upon you instantly.
[Exeunt ALCIBIADES and Lords]
[To FLAVIUS]
Come hither: pray you,
How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd
With clamourous demands of date-broke bonds,
And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?
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8 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Flavius |
727 |
Pray, draw near.
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9 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Flavius |
807 |
Pray you, walk near: I'll speak with you anon.
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10 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 4] |
Titus |
1208 |
We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.
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11 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 6] |
Second Lord |
1493 |
I pray you, upon what?
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12 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Timon |
2207 |
Had I a steward
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man
Was born of woman.
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
One honest man—mistake me not—but one;
No more, I pray,—and he's a steward.
How fain would I have hated all mankind!
And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee,
I fell with curses.
Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
For, by oppressing and betraying me,
Thou mightst have sooner got another service:
For many so arrive at second masters,
Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true—
For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure—
Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
Expecting in return twenty for one?
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13 |
Timon of Athens
[V, 1] |
Timon |
2494 |
I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
That mine own use invites me to cut down,
And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,
Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.
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