Speeches (Lines) for Timon
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Imprison'd is he, say you? |
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Noble Ventidius! Well;
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Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
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Freely, good father. |
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I have so: what of him? |
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Attends he here, or no? Lucilius! |
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Well; what further? |
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The man is honest. |
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Does she love him? |
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[To LUCILIUS] Love you the maid? |
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How shall she be endow'd,
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This gentleman of mine hath served me long:
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My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. |
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I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
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Painting is welcome.
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Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;
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A more satiety of commendations.
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Well mock'd. |
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Look, who comes here: will you be chid? |
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Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus! |
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Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not. |
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Yes. |
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Thou art proud, Apemantus. |
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Whither art going? |
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That's a deed thou'lt die for. |
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How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? |
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Wrought he not well that painted it? |
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Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? |
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An thou shouldst, thou 'ldst anger ladies. |
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That's a lascivious apprehension. |
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How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? |
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What dost thou think 'tis worth? |
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What wouldst do then, Apemantus? |
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What, thyself? |
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Wherefore? |
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What trumpet's that? |
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Pray, entertain them; give them guide to us.
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Right welcome, sir!
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O, by no means,
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Nay, my lords,
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O, Apemantus, you are welcome. |
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Fie, thou'rt a churl; ye've got a humour there
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I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
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My lord, in heart; and let the health go round. |
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Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the field now. |
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You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a
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O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods
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What means that trump?
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Ladies! what are their wills? |
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I pray, let them be admitted. |
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They're welcome all; let 'em have kind admittance:
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You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
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Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:
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Flavius. |
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The little casket bring me hither. |
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O my friends,
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They are fairly welcome. |
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Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
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I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
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I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,
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You do yourselves
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And now I remember, my lord, you gave
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You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
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I take all and your several visitations
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And so
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All to you. Lights, more lights! |
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Ready for his friends. |
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Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would be
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Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am
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So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
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Dues! Whence are you? |
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Go to my steward. |
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Mine honest friend,
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Contain thyself, good friend.
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Give me breath.
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Do so, my friends. See them well entertain'd. |
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You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time
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Go to:
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Let all my land be sold. |
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To Lacedaemon did my land extend. |
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You tell me true. |
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Prithee, no more. |
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Come, sermon me no further:
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And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd,
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I will dispatch you severally; you to Lord Lucius;
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Go you, sir, to the senators—
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Is't true? can't be? |
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You gods, reward them!
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What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
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Knock me down with 'em: cleave me to the girdle. |
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Cut my heart in sums. |
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Tell out my blood. |
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Five thousand drops pays that.
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Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! |
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They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves.
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What if it should be so? |
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I'll have it so. My steward! |
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So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
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Be't not in thy care; go,
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With all my heart, gentlemen both; and how fare you? |
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[Aside] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such
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O, sir, let it not trouble you. |
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Ah, my good friend, what cheer? |
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Think not on 't, sir. |
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Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
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My worthy friends, will you draw near? |
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Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to
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May you a better feast never behold,
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Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
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O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth
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A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart,
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I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind.
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I know thee too; and more than that I know thee,
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I will not kiss thee; then the rot returns
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As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
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None, but to
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Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou
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Thou saw'st them, when I had prosperity. |
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As thine is now, held with a brace of harlots. |
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Art thou Timandra? |
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Be a whore still: they love thee not that use thee;
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I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone. |
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How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
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Keep it, I cannot eat it. |
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Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens? |
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The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
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That, by killing of villains,
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Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
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Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
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Consumptions sow
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More whore, more mischief first; I have given you earnest. |
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If I hope well, I'll never see thee more. |
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Yes, thou spokest well of me. |
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Men daily find it. Get thee away, and take
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That nature, being sick of man's unkindness,
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'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
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Were I like thee, I'ld throw away myself. |
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A fool of thee: depart. |
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I hate thee worse. |
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Thou flatter'st misery. |
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Why dost thou seek me out? |
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Always a villain's office or a fool's.
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What! a knave too? |
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Not by his breath that is more miserable.
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Ay, that I am not thee. |
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I, that I am one now:
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First mend my company, take away thyself. |
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'Tis not well mended so, it is but botch'd;
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Thee thither in a whirlwind. If thou wilt,
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The best and truest;
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Under that's above me.
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Would poison were obedient and knew my mind! |
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To sauce thy dishes. |
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On what I hate I feed not. |
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Ay, though it look like thee. |
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Who, without those means thou talkest of, didst thou
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I understand thee; thou hadst some means to keep a
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Women nearest; but men, men are the things
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Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of
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A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'
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How has the ass broke the wall, that thou art out of the city? |
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When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be
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Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon! |
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All villains that do stand by thee are pure. |
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If I name thee.
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Away, thou issue of a mangy dog!
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Away,
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Slave! |
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Rogue, rogue, rogue!
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Throng'd to! |
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Thy back, I prithee. |
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Long live so, and so die.
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Now, thieves? |
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Both too; and women's sons. |
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Your greatest want is, you want much of meat.
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Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;
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Away! what art thou? |
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Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
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Then I know thee not:
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What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I
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Had I a steward
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Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,
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If thou hatest curses,
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[Aside] Excellent workman! thou canst not paint a
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[Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in
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[Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a
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Have I once lived to see two honest men? |
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Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
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Ay, you are honest men. |
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Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?
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Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;
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Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit
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E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,
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You'll take it ill. |
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Will you, indeed? |
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There's never a one of you but trusts a knave,
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Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
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Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,
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You that way and you this, but two in company;
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Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
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Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. |
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I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
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You witch me in it;
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Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus:
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Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
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But yet I love my country, and am not
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Commend me to my loving countrymen,— |
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Commend me to them,
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I have a tree, which grows here in my close,
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Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
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