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Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Old Athenian |
152 |
One only daughter have I, no kin else,
On whom I may confer what I have got:
The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Myself have spoke in vain.
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2 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
375 |
I take no heed of thee; thou'rt an Athenian,
therefore welcome: I myself would have no power;
prithee, let my meat make thee silent.
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3 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
536 |
Near! why then, another time I'll hear thee:
I prithee, let's be provided to show them
entertainment.
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4 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
699 |
Mine honest friend,
I prithee, but repair to me next morning.
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5 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Page |
761 |
Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of
these letters: I know not which is which.
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6 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
854 |
Prithee, no more.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
910 |
You gods, reward them!
Prithee, man, look cheerly. These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary:
Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again toward earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.
[To a Servant]
Go to Ventidius.
[To FLAVIUS]
Prithee, be not sad,
Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak.
No blame belongs to thee.
[To Servant]
Ventidius lately
Buried his father; by whose death he's stepp'd
Into a great estate: when he was poor,
Imprison'd and in scarcity of friends,
I clear'd him with five talents: greet him from me;
Bid him suppose some good necessity
Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd
With those five talents.
[Exit Servant]
[To FLAVIUS]
That had, give't these fellows
To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,
That Timon's fortunes 'mong his friends can sink.
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Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Timon |
1772 |
I prithee, beat thy drum, and get thee gone.
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9 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Timon |
2104 |
Thy back, I prithee.
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