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And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

      — King Henry IV. Part I, Act I Scene 3

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1

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

5

I have not seen you long: how goes the world?

2

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.

3

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

30

A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself and like the current flies
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?

4

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

56

You see this confluence, this great flood
of visitors.
I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: my free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.

5

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.

6

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.

7

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

132

Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
And being enfranchised, bid him come to me.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after. Fare you well.

8

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Old Athenian

161

Therefore he will be, Timon:
His honesty rewards him in itself;
It must not bear my daughter.

9

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Lucilius

185

Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
The state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you!

10

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

190

I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

11

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

224

Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.

12

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

225

Are they not Athenians?

13

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

227

Then I repent not.

14

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

231

Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

15

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

238

Wrought he not well that painted it?

16

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

244

No; I eat not lords.

17

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

250

Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
man a doit.

18

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Apemantus

253

Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!

19

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

256

Art not one?

20

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Poet

258

Then I lie not.

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