Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
The man is honest. Therefore he will be Timon, His honesty rewards him in itself, It must not bear my Daughter. Does she love him? She is young and apt: Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levities' in youth. Love you the Maid? I my good Lord, and she accepts of it. If in her Marriage my consent be missing, I call the Gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the Beggars of the world, And dispossess her all. How shall she be endowed, If she be mated with an equal Husband? Three Talents on the present; in future, all. This Gentleman of mine Hath served me long: To build his Fortune, I will strain a little, For 'tis a Bond in men. Give him thy Daughter, What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, And make him weigh with her. Most Noble Lord, Pawn me to this your Honour, she is his. My hand to thee, Mine Honour on my promise. Humbly I thank your Lordship, never may That state or Fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not owed to you. Vouchsafe my Labour, And long live your Lordship. I thank you, you shall hear from me anon: Go not away. What have you there, my Friend? A piece of Painting, which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept. Painting is welcome. The Painting is almost the Natural man: For since Dishonour Traffickes' with man's Nature, He is but outside: These Penciled Figures are Even such as they give out. I like your work, And you shall find I like it; Wait attendance Till you hear further from me. The Gods preserve ye. Well far you Gentleman: give me your hand. We must needs dine together: sir your jewel Hath suffered under praise. What my Lord, dispraise? A mere satiety of Commendations, If I should pay you for't as 'tis extolled, It would unclew me quite. My Lord, 'tis rated As those which sell would give: but you well know, Things of like value differing in the Owners, Are prized by their Masters. Bel dear Lord, You mend the jewel by the wearing it. Well mocked. No my good Lord, he speaks the common tongue Which all men speak with him. Look who comes here, will you be chid? we'll bear with your Lordship. he'll spare none. Good morrow to thee, Gentle Apermantus. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow. When thou art Timon's dog, and these Knaves honest. Why dost thou call them Knaves, thou knowst them not? Are they not Athenians? Yes. Then I repent not. You know me, Apemantus? Thou knowst I do, I called thee by thy name. Thou art proud Apemantus? Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon Whether art going? To knock out an honest Athenians brains. That's a deed thou'lt dye for. Right, if doing nothing be death by th' Law.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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The man is honeſt. Therefore he will be Timon, His honeſty rewards him in it ſelfe, It muſt not beare my Daughter. Does ſhe loue him? She is yong and apt: Our owne precedent paſſions do inſtruct vs What leuities in youth. Loue you the Maid? I my good Lord, and ſhe accepts of it. If in her Marriage my conſent be miſſing, I call the Gods to witneſſe, I will chooſe Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world, And diſpoſſeſſe her all. How ſhall ſhe be endowed, If ſhe be mated with an equall Husband? Three Talents on the preſent; in future, all. This Gentleman of mine Hath ſeru'd me long: To build his Fortune, I will ſtraine a little, For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter, What you beſtow, in him Ile counterpoize, And make him weigh with her. Moſt Noble Lord, Pawne me to this your Honour, ſhe is his. My hand to thee, Mine Honour on my promiſe. Humbly I thanke your Lordſhip, neuer may That ſtate or Fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not owed to you. Vouchſafe my Labour, And long liue your Lordſhip. I thanke you, you ſhall heare from me anon: Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend? A peece of Painting, which I do beſeech Your Lordſhip to accept. Painting is welcome. The Painting is almoſt the Naturall man: For ſince Diſhonor Traffickes with mans Nature, He is but out-ſide: Theſe Penſil'd Figures are Euen ſuch as they giue out. I like your worke, And you ſhall finde I like it; Waite attendance Till you heare further from me. The Gods preſerue ye. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand. We muſt needs dine together: ſir your Iewell Hath ſuffered vnder praiſe. What my Lord, diſpraiſe? A meere ſaciety of Commendations, If I ſhould pay you for't as 'tis extold, It would vnclew me quite. My Lord, 'tis rated As thoſe which ſell would giue: but you well know, Things of like valew differing in the Owners, Are prized by their Maſters. Beleeu't deere Lord, You mend the Iewell by the wearing it. Well mock'd. No my good Lord, he ſpeakes ye common toong Which all men ſpeake with him. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid? Wee'l beare with your Lordſhip. Hee'l ſpare none. Good morrow to thee, Gentle Apermantus. Till I be gentle, ſtay thou for thy good morrow. When thou art Timons dogge, and theſe Knaues honeſt. Why doſt thou call them Knaues, thou know'ſt them not? Are they not Athenians? Yes. Then I repent not. You know me, Apemantus? Thou know'ſt I do, I call'd thee by thy name. Thou art proud Apemantus? Of nothing ſo much, as that I am not like Timon Whether art going? To knocke out an honeſt Athenians braines. That's a deed thou't dye for. Right, if doing nothing be death by th' Law.