Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.81 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Nor more willingly leaves Winter, such Summer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: Feast your ears with the Music awhile: If they will far so harshly o' th' Trumpets sound: we shall too't presently. I hope it remains not unkindly with your Lordship, that I returned you an empty Messenger. O sir, let it not trouble you. My Noble Lord. Ah my good Friend, what cheer? My most Honourable Lord, I am e'en sick of shame, that when your Lordship this other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a Beggar. Think not on't, sir. If you had sent but two hours before. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. Come bring in all together. All covered Dishes. Royal Cheer, I warrant you. Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield it How do you? What's the news? Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it? Alcibiades banished? 'Tis so, be sure of it. How? How? I pray you upon what? My worthy Friends, will you draw near? I'll tell you more anon. Here's a Noble feast toward This is the old man still. Wilt hold? Wilt hold? It does: but time will, and so. I do conceive. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his Mistress: your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a City Feast of it, to let the meat cool, ere we can agree upon the first place. Sat, sit. The Gods require our Thanks. Uncover Dogs, and lap. What does his Lordship mean? I know not. May you a better Feast never behold You knot of Mouth-Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last, Who stuck and spangled you with Flatteries, Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces Your reeking villainy. Live loathed, and long Most smiling, smooth, detested Parasites, Courteous Destroyer's, affable Wolves, meek Bears: You Fools of Fortune, Trencher-friends, Times Flies, Cap and knee-slaves, vapours, and Minute Iackes. Of Man and Beast, the infinite Malady Crust you quite o'er. What dost thou go? Soft, take thy Physic first; thou too, and thou: Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none. What? All in Motion? Henceforth be no Feast, Whereat a villain's not a welcome Guest. Burn house, sink Athens, henceforth hated be Of Timon Man, and all Humanity. How now, my Lords? Know you the quality of Lord Timon's fury? Push, did you see my Cap? I have lost my Gown. He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humours sways him. He gave me a jewel th' other day, and now he has beat it out of my hat. Did you see my jewel? Did you see my Cap. Hear ' 'tis. here lies my Gown. Let's make no stay. Lord Timon's mad. I feel't upon my bones. One day he gives us Diamonds, next day stones.
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Nor more willingly leaues Winter, ſuch Summer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompence this long ſtay: Feaſt your eares with the Muſicke awhile: If they will fare ſo harſhly o' th' Trumpets ſound: we ſhall too't preſently. I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your Lordſhip, that I return'd you an empty Meſſenger. O ſir, let it not trouble you. My Noble Lord. Ah my good Friend, what cheere? My moſt Honorable Lord, I am e'ne ſick of ſhame, that when your Lordſhip this other day ſent to me, I was ſo vnfortunate a Beggar. Thinke not on't, ſir. If you had ſent but two houres before. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. Come bring in all together. All couer'd Diſhes. Royall Cheare, I warrant you. Doubt not that, if money and the ſeaſon can yeild it How do you? What's the newes? Alcibiades is baniſh'd: heare you of it? Alcibiades baniſh'd? 'Tis ſo, be ſure of it. How? How? I pray you vpon what? My worthy Friends, will you draw neere? Ile tell you more anon. Here's a Noble feaſt toward This is the old man ſtill. Wilt hold? Wilt hold? It do's: but time will, and ſo. I do conceyue. Each man to his ſtoole, with that ſpurre as hee would to the lip of his Miſtris: your dyet ſhall bee in all places alike. Make not a Citie Feaſt of it, to let the meat coole, ere we can agree vpon the firſt place. Sit, ſit. The Gods require our Thankes. Vncouer Dogges, and lap. What do's his Lordſhip meane? I know not. May you a better Feaſt neuer behold You knot of Mouth-Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water Is your perfection. This is Timons laſt, Who ſtucke and ſpangled you with Flatteries, Waſhes it off, and ſprinkles in your faces Your reeking villany. Liue loath'd, and long Moſt ſmiling, ſmooth, deteſted Paraſites, Curteous Deſtroyers, affable Wolues, meeke Beares: You Fooles of Fortune, Trencher-friends, Times Flyes, Cap and knee-Slaues, vapours, and Minute Iackes. Of Man and Beaſt, the infinite Maladie Cruſt you quite o're. What do'ſt thou go? Soft, take thy Phyſicke firſt; thou too, and thou: Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none. What? All in Motion? Henceforth be no Feaſt, Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Gueſt. Burne houſe, ſinke Athens, henceforth hated be Of Timon Man, and all Humanity. How now, my Lords? Know you the quality of Lord Timons fury? Puſh, did you ſee my Cap? I haue loſt my Gowne. He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humors ſwaies him. He gaue me a Iewell th' other day, and now hee has beate it out of my hat. Did you ſee my Iewell? Did you ſee my Cap. Heere 'tis. Heere lyes my Gowne. Let's make no ſtay. Lord Timons mad. I feel't vpon my bones. One day he giues vs Diamonds, next day ſtones.