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Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Old Athenian |
141 |
Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.
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2 |
Timon of Athens
[I, 1] |
Apemantus |
261 |
Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou
hast feigned him a worthy fellow.
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3 |
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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4 |
Timon of Athens
[III, 1] |
Lucullus |
956 |
I am right glad that his health is well, sir: and
what hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius?
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5 |
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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6 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Alcibiades |
1809 |
Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
givest me,
Not all thy counsel.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Phrynia |
1814 |
[with Timandra] Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
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8 |
Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Apemantus |
1908 |
Thou hast cast away thyself, being like thyself;
A madman so long, now a fool. What, think'st
That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain,
Will put thy shirt on warm? will these moss'd trees,
That have outlived the eagle, page thy heels,
And skip where thou point'st out? will the
cold brook,
Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste,
To cure thy o'er-night's surfeit? Call the creatures
Whose naked natures live in an the spite
Of wreakful heaven, whose bare unhoused trunks,
To the conflicting elements exposed,
Answer mere nature; bid them flatter thee;
O, thou shalt find—
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Timon of Athens
[IV, 3] |
Timon |
1944 |
Not by his breath that is more miserable.
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To such as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
In general riot; melted down thy youth
In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary,
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
At duty, more than I could frame employment,
That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush
Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare
For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burden:
Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men?
They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
To some she beggar and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
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10 |
Timon of Athens
[V, 2] |
First Senator |
2522 |
Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files
As full as thy report?
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