Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 539 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Why this is the world's soul, And just of the same piece Is every Flatterers sport: who can call him his Friend That dips in the same dish? For in my knowing Timon has been this Lord's Father, And kept his credit with his purse: Supported his estate, nay Timon's money Has paid his men their wages. He ne'er drinks, But Timon's Silver treads upon his Lip, And yet, oh see the monstrousness of man, When he looks out in an ungrateful shape; He does deny him (in respect of his) What charitable men afford to Beggars. Religion groans at it. For mine own part, I never tasted Timon in my life Nor came any of his bounties over me, To mark me for his Friend. Yet I protest, For his right Noble mind, illustrious Virtue, And Honourable Carriage, Had his necessity made use of me, I would have put my wealth into Donation, And the best half should have returned to him, So much I love his heart: But I perceive, Men must learn now with pity to dispense, For Policy sits above Conscience. Must he needs trouble me in't? Hum. 'Boue all others? He might have tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus, And now Ventidgius is wealthy too, Whom he redeemed from prison. All these Owes their estates unto him. My Lord, They have all been touched, and found Base-Mettle, For they have all denied him. How? Have they denied him? Has Ventidgius and Lucullus denied him, And does he send to me? Three? Humh? It shows but little love, or judgement in him. Must I be his last Refuge? His Friends (like Physicians) Thrive, give him over: Must I take th' Cure upon me? Has much disgraced me in't, I'm angry at him, That might have known my place. I see no sense for't, But his Occasions might have wooed me first: For in my conscience, I was the first man That ere received gift from him. And does he think so backwardly of me now, That I'll requite it last? No: So it may prove an Argument of Laughter To th' rest, and 'mong'st Lords be thought a Fool: I'd rather than the worth of thrice the sum, Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake: I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return, And with their faint reply, this answer join; Who bats mine Honour, shall not know my Coin. Excellent: Your Lordships a goodly Villain: the devil knew not what he did, when he made man Politic; he crossed himself by't: and I cannot think, but in the end, the Villainies of man will set him clear. How fairly this Lord strives to appear foul? Takes Virtuous Copies to be wicked: like those, that under hot ardent zeal, would set whole Realms on fire, of such a nature is his politic love. This was my Lords best hope, now all are fled Save only the Gods. Now his Friends are dead, Doors that were ne'er acquainted with their Wards Many a bounteous year, must be employed Now to guard sure their Master: And this is all a liberal course allows, Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house.
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Why this is the worlds ſoule, And iuſt of the ſame peece Is euery Flatterers ſport: who can call him his Friend That dips in the ſame diſh? For in my knowing Timon has bin this Lords Father, And kept his credit with his purſe: Supported his eſtate, nay Timons money Has paid his men their wages. He ne're drinkes, But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip, And yet, oh ſee the monſtrouſneſſe of man, When he lookes out in an vngratefull ſhape; He does deny him (in reſpect of his) What charitable men affoord to Beggers. Religion grones at it. For mine owne part, I neuer taſted Timon in my life Nor came any of his bounties ouer me, To marke me for his Friend. Yet I proteſt, For his right Noble minde, illuſtrious Vertue, And Honourable Carriage, Had his neceſſity made vſe of me, I would haue put my wealth into Donation, And the beſt halfe ſhould haue return'd to him, So much I loue his heart: But I perceiue, Men muſt learne now with pitty to diſpence, For Policy ſits aboue Conſcience. Muſt he needs trouble me in't? Hum. 'Boue all others? He might haue tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus, And now Ventidgius is wealthy too, Whom he redeem'd from priſon. All theſe Owes their eſtates vnto him. My Lord, They haue all bin touch'd, and found Baſe-Mettle, For they haue all denied him. How? Haue they deny'de him? Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him, And does he ſend to me? Three? Humh? It ſhewes but little loue, or iudgement in him. Muſt I be his laſt Refuge? His Friends (like Phyſitians) Thriue, giue him ouer: Muſt I take th' Cure vpon me? Has much diſgrac'd me in't, I'me angry at him, That might haue knowne my place. I ſee no ſenſe for't, But his Occaſions might haue wooed me firſt: For in my conſcience, I was the firſt man That ere receiued guift from him. And does he thinke ſo backwardly of me now, That Ile requite it laſt? No: So it may proue an Argument of Laughter To th' reſt, and 'mong'ſt Lords be thought a Foole: I'de rather then the worth of thrice the ſumme, Had ſent to me firſt, but for my mindes ſake: I'de ſuch a courage to do him good. But now returne, And with their faint reply, this anſwer ioyne; Who bates mine Honor, ſhall not know my Coyne. Excellent: Your Lordſhips a goodly Villain: the diuell knew not what he did, when hee made man Politicke; he croſſed himſelfe by't: and I cannot thinke, but in the end, the Villanies of man will ſet him cleere. How fairely this Lord ſtriues to appeare foule? Takes Vertuous Copies to be wicked: like thoſe, that vnder hotte ardent zeale, would ſet whole Realmes on fire, of ſuch a nature is his politike loue. This was my Lords beſt hope, now all are fled Saue onely the Gods. Now his Friends are dead, Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards Many a bounteous yeere, muſt be imploy'd Now to guard ſure their Maſter: And this is all a liberall courſe allowes, Who cannot keepe his wealth, muſt keep his houſe.