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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

224

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

2

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

249

How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

3

Timon of Athens
[I, 1]

Timon

252

What dost thou think 'tis worth?

4

Timon of Athens
[II, 2]

Apemantus

735

Dost dialogue with thy shadow?

5

Timon of Athens
[II, 2]

Page

757

[To the Fool] Why, how now, captain! what do you
in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?

6

Timon of Athens
[II, 2]

Timon

865

Come, sermon me no further:
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
If I would broach the vessels of my love,
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.

7

Timon of Athens
[III, 2]

Lucilius

1053

Dost thou speak seriously, Servilius?

8

Timon of Athens
[III, 6]

Timon

1526

May you a better feast never behold,
You knot of mouth-friends I smoke and lukewarm water
Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who, stuck and spangled with your flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villany.
[Throwing the water in their faces]
Live loathed and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies,
Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man and beast the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er! What, dost thou go?
Soft! take thy physic first—thou too—and thou;—
Stay, I will lend thee money, borrow none.
[Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out]
What, all in motion? Henceforth be no feast,
Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest.
Burn, house! sink, Athens! henceforth hated be
Of Timon man and all humanity!

9

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

1746

Promise me friendship, but perform none: if thou
wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for thou art
a man! if thou dost perform, confound thee, for
thou art a man!

10

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

1774

How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
I had rather be alone.

11

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

1812

Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
upon thee!

12

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Apemantus

1886

I was directed hither: men report
Thou dost affect my manners, and dost use them.

13

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

1888

'Tis, then, because thou dost not keep a dog,
Whom I would imitate: consumption catch thee!

14

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

1928

Why dost thou seek me out?

15

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

1930

Always a villain's office or a fool's.
Dost please thyself in't?

16

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Apemantus

1934

If thou didst put this sour-cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Dost it enforcedly; thou'ldst courtier be again,
Wert thou not beggar. Willing misery
Outlives encertain pomp, is crown'd before:
The one is filling still, never complete;
The other, at high wish: best state, contentless,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
Thou shouldst desire to die, being miserable.

17

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Apemantus

2009

Dost hate a medlar?

18

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

2189

Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men;
Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt a man, I have forgot thee.

19

Timon of Athens
[IV, 3]

Timon

2198

What, dost thou weep? Come nearer. Then I
love thee,
Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give
But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping:
Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!