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1

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

7

Ay, that's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.

2

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Painter

12

I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.

3

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Jeweller

14

Nay, that's most fix'd.

4

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Merchant

19

O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?

5

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

37

Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
Let's see your piece.

6

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.

7

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

80

Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill
Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere
To propagate their states: amongst them all,
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her;
Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
Translates his rivals.

8

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

104

When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants
Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.

9

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Painter

109

'Tis common:
A thousand moral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
The foot above the head.
[Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, addressing himself]
courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from
VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other
servants following]

10

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Lucilius

145

Here, at your lordship's service.

11

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Old Athenian

165

She is young and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.

12

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.

13

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

222

Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

14

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

233

To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

15

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

234

That's a deed thou'lt die for.

16

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

239

He wrought better that made the painter; and yet
he's but a filthy piece of work.

17

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

242

Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?

18

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

247

That's a lascivious apprehension.

19

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

263

That's not feigned; he is so.

20

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

277

Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!