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Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Painter |
6 |
It wears, sir, as it grows.
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2 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Merchant |
15 |
A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness:
He passes.
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3 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Poet |
30 |
A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and like the current flies
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
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4 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Poet |
67 |
I will unbolt to you.
You see how all conditions, how all minds,
As well of glib and slippery creatures as
Of grave and austere quality, tender down
Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.
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5 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
194 |
Painting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man;
or since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
Even such as they give out. I like your work;
And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
Till you hear further from me.
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6 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
206 |
A more satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll'd,
It would unclew me quite.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Jeweller |
209 |
My lord, 'tis rated
As those which sell would give: but you well know,
Things of like value differing in the owners
Are prized by their masters: believe't, dear lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
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8 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
231 |
Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
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9 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
250 |
Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
man a doit.
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10 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
268 |
E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart.
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11 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Ventidius |
337 |
Most honour'd Timon,
It hath pleased the gods to remember my father's age,
And call him to long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich:
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I derived liberty.
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12 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
First Lord |
473 |
You see, my lord, how ample you're beloved.
[Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies]
as Amazons, with lutes in their hands,
dancing and playing]
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13 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Apemantus |
477 |
Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life.
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again,
With poisonous spite and envy.
Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift?
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
[The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of]
TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an
Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty
strain or two to the hautboys, and cease]
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14 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
523 |
O my friends,
I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,
Kind my lord.
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15 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
687 |
So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?
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16 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Fool |
752 |
She's e'en setting on water to scald such chickens
as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
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17 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Apemantus |
777 |
So would I,—as good a trick as ever hangman served thief.
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18 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Fool |
798 |
Nor thou altogether a wise man: as much foolery as
I have, so much wit thou lackest.
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19 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
809 |
You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
Had you not fully laid my state before me,
That I might so have rated my expense,
As I had leave of means?
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20 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
865 |
Come, sermon me no further:
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
If I would broach the vessels of my love,
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.
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