Speeches (Lines) for Apemantus
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Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
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Are they not Athenians? |
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Then I repent not. |
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Thou know'st I do: I call'd thee by thy name. |
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Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. |
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To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. |
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Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. |
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The best, for the innocence. |
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He wrought better that made the painter; and yet
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Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog? |
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No; I eat not lords. |
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O, they eat lords; so they come by great bellies. |
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So thou apprehendest it: take it for thy labour. |
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Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
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Not worth my thinking. How now, poet! |
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Thou liest. |
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Yes. |
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Art not a poet? |
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Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou
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Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
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E'en as Apemantus does now; hate a lord with my heart. |
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Ay. |
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That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
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Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not! |
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Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee! |
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So, so, there!
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Time to be honest. |
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The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it. |
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Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools. |
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Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. |
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Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to
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No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy
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I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the ass. |
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Ho, ho, confess'd it! hang'd it, have you not? |
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No;
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Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon: I come to
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I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
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Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
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Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then,
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Thou weepest to make them drink, Timon. |
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Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard. |
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Much! |
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Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
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'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would not hold
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What a coil's here!
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No, I'll nothing: for if I should be bribed too,
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So:
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Dost dialogue with thy shadow? |
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No,'tis to thyself.
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No, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet. |
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He last asked the question. Poor rogues, and
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Asses. |
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That you ask me what you are, and do not know
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Good! gramercy. |
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Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer
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Canst not read? |
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There will little learning die then, that day thou
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E'en so thou outrunnest grace. Fool, I will go with
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If Timon stay at home. You three serve three usurers? |
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So would I,—as good a trick as ever hangman served thief. |
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Do it then, that we may account thee a whoremaster
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That answer might have become Apemantus. |
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Come with me, fool, come. |
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I was directed hither: men report
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This is in thee a nature but infected;
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Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself;
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I love thee better now than e'er I did. |
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Why? |
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I flatter not; but say thou art a caitiff. |
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To vex thee. |
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Ay. |
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If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
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Art thou proud yet? |
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I, that I was
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Here; I will mend thy feast. |
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So I shall mend mine own, by the lack of thine. |
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What wouldst thou have to Athens? |
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Here is no use for gold. |
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Where liest o' nights, Timon? |
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Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eat
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Where wouldst thou send it? |
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The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the
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Dost hate a medlar? |
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An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst
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Myself. |
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What things in the world canst thou nearest compare
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Give it the beasts, to be rid of the men. |
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Ay, Timon. |
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If thou couldst please me with speaking to me, thou
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Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of
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Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. |
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A plague on thee! thou art too bad to curse. |
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There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st. |
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I would my tongue could rot them off! |
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Would thou wouldst burst! |
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Beast! |
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Toad! |
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Would 'twere so!
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Ay. |
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Live, and love thy misery. |