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Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Painter |
36 |
A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
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2 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Poet |
40 |
So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
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3 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Timon |
217 |
Look, who comes here: will you be chid?
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4 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
(stage directions) |
332 |
[Hautboys playing loud music. A great banquet]
served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then enter
TIMON, ALCIBIADES, Lords, Senators, and VENTIDIUS.
Then comes, dropping, after all, APEMANTUS,
discontentedly, like himself]
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5 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Servant |
460 |
There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
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6 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Apemantus |
477 |
Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life.
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again,
With poisonous spite and envy.
Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift?
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
[The Lords rise from table, with much adoring of]
TIMON; and to show their loves, each singles out an
Amazon, and all dance, men with women, a lofty
strain or two to the hautboys, and cease]
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 2] |
Timon |
584 |
I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give;
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne'er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich;
It comes in charity to thee: for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitch'd field.
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8 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Flavius |
668 |
No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account
How things go from him, nor resumes no care
Of what is to continue: never mind
Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
What shall be done? he will not hear, till feel:
I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fie, fie, fie, fie!
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9 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Caphis |
685 |
Here comes the lord.
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10 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Caphis |
730 |
Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
let's ha' some sport with 'em.
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11 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Fool |
756 |
Look you, here comes my mistress' page.
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12 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
All Servants |
801 |
Aside, aside; here comes Lord Timon.
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13 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Flavius |
835 |
'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone;
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues: the future comes apace:
What shall defend the interim? and at length
How goes our reckoning?
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14 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 5] |
Alcibiades |
1420 |
Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes,
While they have told their money and let out
Their coin upon large interest, I myself
Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
Is this the balsam that the usuring senate
Pours into captains' wounds? Banishment!
It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd;
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
'Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
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15 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 6] |
Second Lord |
1460 |
He sent to me, sir,—Here he comes.
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16 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Apemantus |
2053 |
Yonder comes a poet and a painter: the plague of
company light upon thee! I will fear to catch it
and give way: when I know not what else to do, I'll
see thee again.
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17 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Flavius |
2228 |
No, my most worthy master; in whose breast
Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late:
You should have fear'd false times when you did feast:
Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,
Care of your food and living; and, believe it,
My most honour'd lord,
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope or present, I'ld exchange
For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
To requite me, by making rich yourself.
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18 |
Timon of Athens
[V, 1] |
(stage directions) |
2289 |
[TIMON comes from his cave, behind]
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19 |
Timon of Athens
[V, 1] |
(stage directions) |
2407 |
[TIMON comes from his cave]
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