Speeches (Lines) for Second Servant in "Timon of Athens"
Total: 5
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Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text |
1 |
I,2,541 |
May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
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2 |
III,4,1216 |
By your leave, sir,—
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3 |
III,4,1238 |
No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge
enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no
house to put his head in? such may rail against
great buildings.
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4 |
III,4,1280 |
My lord,—
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5 |
IV,2,1616 |
As we do turn our backs
From our companion thrown into his grave,
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.
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