Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
I pray let them be admitted. Hail to thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties taste: the five best Sencesa cknowledge thee their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plenteous bosom. There taste, touch all pleased from thy Table rise: They only now come but to Feast thine eyes. They're wecome all, let 'em have kind admittance. Music make their welcome. You see my Lord, how ample ye are beloved. Heyday, What a sweep of vanity comes this way. They dance? They are mad women, Like Madness is the glory of this life, As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. We make ourselves Fools, to disport ourselves, And spend our Flatteries, to drink those men, Upon whose Age we void it up again With poisonous Spite and Enuy. Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves; Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves Of their Friend's gift: I should fear, those that dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me: 'T'ad been done, Men shut their doors against a setting Sun. You have done our pleasures Much grace (fair Ladies) Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, Which was not half so beautiful, and kind: You have added worth unto't, and lustre, And entertained me with mine own device. I am to thank you for't. My Lord you take us even at the best. Faith for the worst is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you, Please you to dispose yourselves. Most thankfully, my Lord. Flavius. My Lord. The little Casket bring me hither. Yes, my Lord. More jewels yet? There is no crossing him in's humour, Else I should tell him well, i'faith I should; When all's spent, he'd be crossed then, and he could: 'Tis pity Bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. Where be our men? here my Lord, in readiness. Our Horses. O my Friends: I have one word to say to you: Look you, my good L. I must entreat you honour me so much, As to advance this jewel, accept it, and wear it, Kind my Lord. I am so far already in your gifts. So are we all. My Lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to visit you. They are fairly welcome. I beseech your Honour, vouchsafe me a word, it does concern you near. near? why then another time I'll hear thee. I prithee let's be provided to show them entertainment. I scarce know how. May it please your Honour, Lord Lucius (Out of his free love) hath presented to you Four Milk-white Horses, trapped in Silver. I shall accept them fairly: let the Presents Be worthily entertained. How now? What news? Please you my Lord, that honourable Gentleman Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to morrow, to hunt with him, and has sent your Honour two brace of Greyhounds.
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I pray let them be admitted. Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties taſte: the fiue beſt Sencesa cknowledge thee their Patron, and come freely to gratulate thy plentiou boſome. There taſt, touch all pleas'd from thy Table riſe: They onely now come but to Feaſt thine eies. They'r wecome all, let 'em haue kind admittance. Muſicke make their welcome. You ſee my Lord, how ample y' are belou'd. Hoyday, What a ſweepe of vanitie comes this way. They daunce? They are mad women, Like Madneſſe is the glory of this life, As this pompe ſhewes to a little oyle and roote. We make our ſelues Fooles, to diſport our ſelues, And ſpend our Flatteries, to drinke thoſe men, Vpon whoſe Age we voyde it vp agen With poyſonous Spight and Enuy. Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues; Who dyes, that beares not one ſpurne to their graues Of their Friends guift: I ſhould feare, thoſe that dance before me now, Would one day ſtampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done, Men ſhut their doores againſt a ſetting Sunne. You haue done our pleaſures Much grace (faire Ladies) Set a faire faſhion on our entertainment, Which was not halfe ſo beautifull, and kinde: You haue added worth vntoo't, and luſter, And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice. I am to thanke you for't. My Lord you take vs euen at the beſt. Faith for the worſt is filthy, and would not hold taking, I doubt me. Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you, Pleaſe you to diſpoſe your ſelues. Moſt thankfully, my Lord. Flauius. My Lord. The little Casket bring me hither. Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet? There is no croſſing him in's humor, Elſe I ſhould tell him well, y faith I ſhould; When all's ſpent, hee'ld be croſt then, and he could: 'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde, That man might ne're be wretched for his minde. Where be our men? Heere my Lord, in readineſſe. Our Horſes. O my Friends: I haue one word to ſay to you: Looke you, my good L. I muſt intreat you honour me ſo much, As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it, Kinde my Lord. I am ſo farre already in your guifts. So are we all. My Lord, there are certaine Nobles of the Senate newly alighted, and come to viſit you. They are fairely welcome. I beſeech your Honor, vouchſafe me a word, it does concerne you neere. Neere? why then another time Ile heare thee. I prythee let's be prouided to ſhew them entertainment. I ſcarſe know how. May it pleaſe your Honor, Lord Lucius (Out of his free loue) hath preſented to you Foure Milke-white Horſes, trapt in Siluer. I ſhall accept them fairely: let the Preſents Be worthily entertain'd. How now? What newes? Pleaſe you my Lord, that honourable Gentleman Lord Lucullus, entreats your companie to morrow, to hunt with him, and ha's ſent your Honour two brace of Grey-hounds.