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Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!

      — The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I Scene 3

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KEYWORD: ye

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1

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Jeweller

27

And rich: here is a water, look ye.

2

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Painter

201

The gods preserve ye!

3

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.

4

Timon of Athens
[III, 4]

Flavius

1217

What do ye ask of me, my friend?

5

Timon of Athens
[V, 1]

Timon

2375

You that way and you this, but two in company;
Each man apart, all single and alone,
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
If where thou art two villains shall not be,
Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside
But where one villain is, then him abandon.
Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves:
[To Painter]
You have work'd for me; there's payment for you: hence!
[To Poet]
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
Out, rascal dogs!

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