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Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Poet |
21 |
[Reciting to himself] 'When we for recompense have
praised the vile,
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.'
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2 |
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.
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3 |
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.
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4 |
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]
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5 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
125 |
Noble Ventidius! Well;
I am not of that feather to shake off
My friend when he must need me. I do know him
A gentleman that well deserves a help:
Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt,
and free him.
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6 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Old Athenian |
146 |
This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature,
By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclined to thrift;
And my estate deserves an heir more raised
Than one which holds a trencher.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
231 |
Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.
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8 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
238 |
Wrought he not well that painted it?
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9 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
239 |
He wrought better that made the painter; and yet
he's but a filthy piece of work.
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10 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
264 |
Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
labour: he that loves to be flattered is worthy o'
the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord!
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11 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
272 |
That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
Art not thou a merchant?
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12 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
279 |
What trumpet's that?
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13 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
289 |
So, so, there!
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!
That there should be small love 'mongst these
sweet knaves,
And all this courtesy! The strain of man's bred out
Into baboon and monkey.
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14 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
First Lord |
304 |
That time serves still.
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15 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
305 |
The more accursed thou, that still omitt'st it.
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16 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
First Lord |
327 |
The noblest mind he carries
That ever govern'd man.
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17 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
345 |
O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love:
I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Can truly say he gives, if he receives:
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.
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18 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Apemantus |
378 |
I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should
ne'er flatter thee. O you gods, what a number of
men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me
to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood;
and all the madness is, he cheers them up too.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men:
Methinks they should invite them without knives;
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
There's much example for't; the fellow that sits
next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the
breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest
man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a
huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes:
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
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19 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Apemantus |
395 |
Flow this way! A brave fellow! he keeps his tides
well. Those healths will make thee and thy state
look ill, Timon. Here's that which is too weak to
be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire:
This and my food are equals; there's no odds:
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
Apemantus' grace.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond;
Or a harlot, for her weeping;
Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
Or a keeper with my freedom;
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen. So fall to't:
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
[Eats and drinks]
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
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20 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Apemantus |
420 |
Would all those fatterers were thine enemies then,
that then thou mightst kill 'em and bid me to 'em!
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