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Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
352 |
Nay, my lords,
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON]
Ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Than my fortunes to me.
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2 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
579 |
You may take my word, my lord; I know, no man
Can justly praise but what he does affect:
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own;
I'll tell you true. I'll call to you.
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3 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
844 |
You tell me true.
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4 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
899 |
Is't true? can't be?
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5 |
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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6 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 2] |
Servilius |
1054 |
Upon my soul,'tis true, sir.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 2] |
Lucilius |
1072 |
I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius.
[Exit SERVILIUS]
True as you said, Timon is shrunk indeed;
And he that's once denied will hardly speed.
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8 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 4] |
Hortensius |
1185 |
Most true, he does.
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9 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 5] |
Second Senator |
1310 |
Most true; the law shall bruise him.
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10 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Second Bandit |
2119 |
True; for he bears it not about him, 'tis hid.
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11 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
First Bandit |
2168 |
Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time
so miserable but a man may be true.
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Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Timon |
2207 |
Had I a steward
So true, so just, and now so comfortable?
It almost turns my dangerous nature mild.
Let me behold thy face. Surely, this man
Was born of woman.
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
One honest man—mistake me not—but one;
No more, I pray,—and he's a steward.
How fain would I have hated all mankind!
And thou redeem'st thyself: but all, save thee,
I fell with curses.
Methinks thou art more honest now than wise;
For, by oppressing and betraying me,
Thou mightst have sooner got another service:
For many so arrive at second masters,
Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true—
For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure—
Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
If not a usuring kindness, and, as rich men deal gifts,
Expecting in return twenty for one?
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13 |
Timon of Athens
[V, 1] |
Poet |
2262 |
What's to be thought of him? does the rumour hold
for true, that he's so full of gold?
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14 |
Timon of Athens
[V, 1] |
Painter |
2269 |
Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens
again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore
'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this
supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in
us; and is very likely to load our purposes with
what they travail for, if it be a just true report
that goes of his having.
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15 |
Timon of Athens
[V, 1] |
Painter |
2302 |
True;
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.
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Timon of Athens
[V, 1] |
Timon |
2408 |
Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and
be hang'd:
For each true word, a blister! and each false
Be as cauterizing to the root o' the tongue,
Consuming it with speaking!
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