Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Come sermon me no further. No villainous bounty yet hath past my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly have I given. Why dost thou weep, canst thou the conscience lacke, 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. Assurance bless your thoughts. And in some sort these wants of mine are crowned, That I account them blessings. For by these Shall I try Friends. You shall perceive How you mistake my Fortunes: I am wealthy in my Friends. Within there, Flavius, Servilius? My Lord, my Lord. I will dispatch you severally. You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his Honour to day; you to Sempronius; commend me to their loves; and I am proud say, that my occasions have found time to use 'em toward a supply of money: let the request be fifty Talents. As you have said, my Lord. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh. Go you sir to the Senators; Of whom, even to the States best health; I have Deserved this Hearing: bid 'em send o' th' instant A thousand Talents to me. I have been bold (For that I knew it the most general way) To them, to use your Signet, and your Name, But they do shake their heads, and I am here No richer in return. Is't true? Can't be? They answer in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall, want Treasure cannot Do what they would, are sorry: you are Honourable, But yet they could have wished, they know not, Something hath been amiss; a Noble Nature May catch a wrench; would all were well; 'tis pity, And so intending other serious matters, After distasteful looks; and these hard Fractions With certain halfe-caps, and cold moving nods, They froze me into Silence. You Gods reward them: Prithee man look cheerly. These old Fellows Have their ingratitude in them Hereditary: Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows, 'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind; And Nature, as it grows again toward earth, Is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy. Go to Ventiddius (prithee be not sad, Thou art true, and honest; Ingeniously I speak, No blame belongs to thee:) Ventiddius lately Buried his Father, by whose death he's stepped Into a great estate: When he was poor, Imprisoned, and in scarcity of Friends, I cleared him with five Talents: Greet him from me, Bid him suppose, some good necessity Touches his Friend, which craves to be remembered With those five Talents; that had, give't these Fellows To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think, That Timon's fortunes 'mong his Friends can sink. I would I could not think it: That thought is Bounty's Foe; Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
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Come ſermon me no further. No villanous bounty yet hath paſt my heart; Vnwiſely, not ignobly haue I giuen. Why doſt thou weepe, canſt thou the conſcience lacke, To thinke I ſhall lacke friends: ſecure thy heart, If I would broach the veſſels of my loue, And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing, Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vſe As I can bid thee ſpeake. Aſſurance bleſſe your thoughts. And in ſome ſort theſe wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them bleſſings. For by theſe Shall I trie Friends. You ſhall perceiue How you miſtake my Fortunes: I am wealthie in my Friends. Within there, Flauius, Seruilius? My Lord, my Lord. I will diſpatch you ſeuerally. You to Lord Lucius, to Lord Lucullus you, I hunted with his Honor to day; you to Sempronius; commend me to their loues; and I am proud ſay, that my occaſions haue found time to vſe 'em toward a ſupply of mony: let the requeſt be fifty Talents. As you haue ſaid, my Lord. Lord Lucius and Lucullus? Humh. Go you ſir to the Senators; Of whom, euen to the States beſt health; I haue Deſeru'd this Hearing: bid 'em ſend o' th' inſtant A thouſand Talents to me. I haue beene bold (For that I knew it the moſt generall way) To them, to vſe your Signet, and your Name, But they do ſhake their heads, and I am heere No richer in returne. Is't true? Can't be? They anſwer in a ioynt and corporate voice, That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot Do what they would, are ſorrie: you are Honourable, But yet they could haue wiſht, they know not, Something hath beene amiſſe; a Noble Nature May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty, And ſo intending other ſerious matters, After diſtaſtefull lookes; and theſe hard Fractions With certaine halfe-caps, and cold mouing nods, They froze me into Silence. You Gods reward them: Prythee man looke cheerely. Theſe old Fellowes Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary: Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it ſildome flowes, 'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde; And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth, Is faſhion'd for the iourney, dull and heauy. Go to Ʋentiddius (prythee be not ſad, Thou art true, and honeſt; Ingeniouſly I ſpeake, No blame belongs to thee:) Ventiddius lately Buried his Father, by whoſe death hee's ſtepp'd Into a great eſtate: When he was poore, Impriſon'd, and in ſcarſitie of Friends, I cleer'd him with fiue Talents: Greet him from me, Bid him ſuppoſe, ſome good neceſſity Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred With thoſe fiue Talents; that had, giue't theſe Fellowes To whom 'tis inſtant due. Neu'r ſpeake, or thinke, That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can ſinke. I would I could not thinke it: That thought is Bounties Foe; Being free it ſelfe, it thinkes all others ſo.