Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
GOod day Sir. I am glad you're well. I have not seen you long, how goes the World? It wears sir, as it grows. I 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. I know them both: th' others a jeweller. O 'tis a worthy Lord. Nay that's most fixed. A most incomparable man, breathed as it were, To an untyreable and continuate goodness: He passes. I have a jewel here. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir? If he will touch the estimate. But for that— When we for recompense have praised the vild, It stains the glory in that happy Verse, Which aptly sings the good. 'Tis a good form. And rich: here is a Water look ye. You are rapt sir, in some work, some Dedication to the great Lord. A thing slipped idly from me. Our Poesy is as a Gown, which uses From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i' th' Flint Shows not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame Provokes itself, and like the currant flies Each bound it chases. What have you there? A Picture sir: when comes your Book forth? Upon the heels of my presentment sir. Let's see your piece. 'Tis a good Piece. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent. Indifferent. Admirable: How this grace Speaks his own standing: what a mental power This eye shoots forth? How big imagination Moves in this Lip, to th' dumbness of the gesture, One might interpret. It is a pretty mocking of the life: here is a touch: Is't good? I will say of it, It Tutors Nature, Artificial strife Lives in these toutches, livelier than life. How this Lord is followed. The Senators of Athens, happy men. Look moe. 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 levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Leaving no Tract behind. How shall I understand you? I will vnboult to you. You see how all Conditions, how all Minds, As well of glib and slippery Creatures, as Of Grave and austere quality, tender down Their services to Lord Timon: his large Fortune, Upon his good and gracious Nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse-faced Flatterer To Apemantus, that few things louest better Then to abhor himself; even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod. I saw them speak together.
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GOod day Sir. I am glad y'are well. I haue not ſeene you long, how goes the World? It weares ſir, as it growes. I that's well knowne: But what particular Rarity? What ſtrange, Which manifold record not matches: ſee Magicke of Bounty, all theſe ſpirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend. I know the Merchant. I know them both: th' others a Ieweller. O 'tis a worthy Lord. Nay that's moſt fixt. A moſt incomparable man, breath'd as it were, To an vntyreable and continuate goodneſſe: He paſſes. I haue a Iewell heere. O pray let's ſee't. For the Lord Timon, ſir? If he will touch the eſtimate. But for that— When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild, It ſtaines the glory in that happy Verſe, Which aptly ſings the good. 'Tis a good forme. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye. You are rapt ſir, in ſome worke, ſome Dedication to the great Lord. A thing ſlipt idlely from me. Our Poeſie is as a Gowne, which vſes From whence 'tis nouriſht: the fire i' th' Flint Shewes not, till it be ſtrooke: our gentle flame Prouokes it ſelfe, and like the currant flyes Each bound it chaſes. What haue you there? A Picture ſir: when comes your Booke forth? Vpon the heeles of my preſentment ſir. Let's ſee your peece. 'Tis a good Peece. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent. Indifferent. Admirable: How this grace Speakes his owne ſtanding: what a mentall power This eye ſhootes forth? How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip, to th' dumbneſſe of the geſture, One might interpret. It is a pretty mocking of the life: Heere is a touch: Is't good? I will ſay of it, It Tutors Nature, Artificiall ſtrife Liues in theſe toutches, liuelier then life. How this Lord is followed. The Senators of Athens, happy men. Looke moe. You ſee this confluence, this great flood of viſitors, I haue in this rough worke, ſhap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge With ampleſt entertainment: My free drift Halts not particularly, but moues it ſelfe In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the courſe I hold, But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Leauing no Tract behinde. How ſhall I vnderſtand you? I will vnboult to you. You ſee how all Conditions, how all Mindes, As well of glib and ſlipp'ry Creatures, as Of Graue and auſtere qualitie, tender downe Their ſeruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune, Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All ſorts of hearts; yea, from the glaſſe-fac'd Flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loues better Then to abhorre himſelfe; euen hee drops downe The knee before him, and returnes in peace Moſt rich in Timons nod. I ſaw them ſpeake together.