Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
What have you now To present unto him? Nothing at this time But my Visitation: only I will promise him An excellent Piece. I must serve him so too; Tell him of an intent that's coming toward him. Good as the best. Promising, is the very Air o' th' Time; It opens the eyes of Expectation. Performance, is ever the duller for his act, And but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, The deed of Saying is quite out of use. To Promise, is most Courtly and fashionable; Performance, is a kind of Will or Testament Which argues a great sickness in his judgement That makes it. Excellent Workman, Thou canst not paint a man so bad As is thyself. I am thinking What I shall say I have provided for him: It must be a personating of himself: A Satire against the softness of Prosperity, With a Discovery of the infinite Flatteries That follow youth and opulency. Must thou needs Stand for a Villain in thine own Work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so, I have Gold for thee. Nay let's seek him. Then do we sin against our own estate, When we may profit meet, and come too late. True: When the day serves before blacke-cornered night; Find what thou want'st, by free and offered light. Come. I'll meet you at the turn: What a God's Gold, that he is worshipped In a base Temple, then where Swine feed? 'Tis thou that riggest the Bark, and plow'st the Foam, Settlest admired reverence in a Slave, To thee be worshipped, and thy Saints for aye: Be crowned with Plagues, that thee alone obey. Fit I meet them. Hail worthy Timon. Our late Noble Master. Have I once lived To see two honest men? Sir: Having often of your open Bounty tasted, Hearing you were retired, your Friends fall'n off, Whose thankless Natures (O abhorred Spirits) Not all the Whips of Heaven, are large enough. What, to you, Whose Starlike Nobleness gave life and influence To their whole being? I am rapt, and cannot cover The monstrous bulk of this Ingratitude With any size of words. Let it go, Naked men may see't the better: You that are honest, by being what you are, Make them best seen, and known. He, and myself Have travailed in the great shower of your gifts, And sweetly felt it. I, you are honest man. We are hither come To offer you our service. Most honest men: Why how shall I requite you? Can you eat Roots, and drink cold water, no? What we can do, we'll do to do you service. YE are honest men, YE have heard that I have Gold, I am sure you have, speak truth, ye are honest men. So it is said my Noble Lord, but therefore Came not my Friend, nor I. Good honest men: Thou drawest a counterfeit Best in all Athens, th' art indeed the best, Thou counterfet'st most lively.
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What haue you now To preſent vnto him? Nothing at this time But my Viſitation: onely I will promiſe him An excellent Peece. I muſt ſerue him ſo too; Tell him of an intent that's comming toward him. Good as the beſt. Promiſing, is the verie Ayre o' th' Time; It opens the eyes of Expectation. Performance, is euer the duller for his acte, And but in the plainer and ſimpler kinde of people, The deede of Saying is quite out of vſe. To Promiſe, is moſt Courtly and faſhionable; Performance, is a kinde of Will or Teſtament Which argues a great ſickneſſe in his iudgement That makes it. Excellent Workeman, Thou canſt not paint a man ſo badde As is thy ſelfe. I am thinking What I ſhall ſay I haue prouided for him: It muſt be a perſonating of himſelfe: A Satyre againſt the ſoftneſſe of Proſperity, With a Diſcouerie of the infinite Flatteries That follow youth and opulencie. Muſt thou needes Stand for a Villaine in thine owne Worke? Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men? Do ſo, I haue Gold for thee. Nay let's ſeeke him. Then do we ſinne againſt our owne eſtate, When we may profit meete, and come too late. True: When the day ſerues before blacke-corner'd night; Finde what thou want'ſt, by free and offer'd light. Come. Ile meete you at the turne: What a Gods Gold, that he is worſhipt In a baſer Temple, then where Swine feede? 'Tis thou that rigg'ſt the Barke, and plow'ſt the Fome, Setleſt admired reuerence in a Slaue, To thee be worſhipt, and thy Saints for aye: Be crown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obay. Fit I meet them. Haile worthy Timon. Our late Noble Maſter. Haue I once liu'd To ſee two honeſt men? Sir: Hauing often of your open Bounty taſted, Hearing you were retyr'd, your Friends falne off, Whoſe thankeleſſe Natures (O abhorred Spirits) Not all the Whippes of Heauen, are large enough▪ What, to you, Whoſe Starre-like Nobleneſſe gaue life and influence To their whole being? I am rapt, and cannot couer The monſtrous bulke of this Ingratitude With any ſize of words. Let it go, Naked men may ſee't the better: You that are honeſt, by being what you are, Make them beſt ſeene, and knowne. He, and my ſelfe Haue trauail'd in the great ſhowre of your guifts, And ſweetly felt it. I, you are honeſt man. We are hither come To offer you our ſeruice. Moſt honeſt men: Why how ſhall I requite you? Can you eate Roots, and drinke cold water, no? What we can do, Wee'l do to do you ſeruice. Y' are honeſt men, Y' haue heard that I haue Gold, I am ſure you haue, ſpeake truth, y' are honeſt men. So it is ſaid my Noble Lord, but therefore Came not my Friend, nor I. Good honeſt men: Thou draw'ſt a counterfet Beſt in all Athens, th' art indeed the beſt, Thou counterfet'ſt moſt liuely.