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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.
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2 |
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.
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3 |
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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4 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Flavius |
720 |
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunacy cease till after dinner,
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.
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5 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Flavius |
900 |
They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
Do what they would; are sorry—you are honourable,—
But yet they could have wish'd—they know not—
Something hath been amiss—a noble nature
May catch a wrench—would all were well—'tis pity;—
And so, intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
They froze me into silence.
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6 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 5] |
First Senator |
1415 |
If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell
our spirit,
He shall be executed presently.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Timon |
1782 |
The gods confound them all in thy conquest;
And thee after, when thou hast conquer'd!
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8 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Apemantus |
2011 |
An thou hadst hated meddlers sooner, thou shouldst
have loved thyself better now. What man didst thou
ever know unthrift that was beloved after his means?
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