Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
So, so, my Lord. E'en so sir as I say. And for thy fiction, Why thy Verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, That thou art even Natural in thine Art. But for all this (my honest Natured friends) I must needs say you have a little fault, Marry 'tis not monstrous in you, neither wish I You take much pains to mend. Beseech your Honour To make it known to us. You'll take it ill. Most thankfully, my Lord. Will you indeed? Doubt it not worthy Lord. There's never a one of you but trusts a Knave, That mightily deceives you. Do we, my Lord? I, and you hear him cog, See him dissemble, Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Keep in your bosom, yet remain assured That he's a made-up-villaine. I know none such, my Lord. Nor I. Look you, I love you well, I'll give you Gold Rid me these Villains from your companies; Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught, Confound them by some course, and come to me, I'll give you Gold enough. Name them my Lord, let's know them. You that way, and you this: But two in Company: Each man a part, all single, and alone, Yet an arch Villain keeps him company: If where thou art, two Villains shall not be, Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside But where one Villain is, then him abandon. Hence, pack, there's Gold, you came for Gold ye slaves: You have work for me; there's payment, hence, You are an Alchemist, make Gold of that: Out Rascal dogs. It is vain that you would speak with Timon: For he is set so only to himself, That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Is friendly with him. Bring us to his Cave. It is our part and promise to th' Athenians To speak with Timon. At all times alike Men are not still the same: 'twas Time and Griefs That framed him thus. Time with his fairer hand, Offering the Fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him: bring us to him And chanced it as it may. here is his Cave: Peace and content be here. Lord Timon, Timon, Look out, and speak to Friends: Th' Athenians By two of their most reverend Senate greet thee: Speak to them Noble Timon. Thou Sun that comforts burn, Speak and be hanged: For each true word, a blister, and each false Be as a Cantherizing to the root o' th' Tongue, Consuming it with speaking. Worthy Timon. Of none but such as you, And you of Timon. The Senators of Athens, greet thee Timon. I thank them, And would send them back the plague, Can I but catch it for them. O forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee: The Senators, with one consent of love, Entreat thee back to Athens, who have thought On special Dignities, which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing.
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So, ſo, my Lord. E'ne ſo ſir as I ſay. And for thy fiction, Why thy Verſe ſwels with ſtuffe ſo fine and ſmooth, That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art. But for all this (my honeſt Natur'd friends) I muſt needs ſay you haue a little fault, Marry 'tis not monſtrous in you, neither wiſh I You take much paines to mend. Beſeech your Honour To make it knowne to vs. You'l take it ill. Moſt thankefully, my Lord. Will you indeed? Doubt it not worthy Lord. There's neuer a one of you but truſts a Knaue, That mightily deceiues you. Do we, my Lord? I, and you heare him cogge, See him diſſemble, Know his groſſe patchery, loue him, feede him, Keepe in your boſome, yet remaine aſſur'd That he's a made-vp-Villaine. I know none ſuch, my Lord. Nor I. Looke you, I loue you well, Ile giue you Gold Rid me theſe Villaines from your companies; Hang them, or ſtab them, drowne them in a draught, Confound them by ſome courſe, and come to me, Ile giue you Gold enough. Name them my Lord, let's know them. You that way, and you this: But two in Company: Each man a part, all ſingle, and alone, Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company: If where thou art, two Villaines ſhall not be, Come not neere him. If thou would'ſt not recide But where one Villaine is, then him abandon. Hence, packe, there's Gold, you came for Gold ye ſlaues: You haue worke for me; there's payment, hence, You are an Alcumiſt, make Gold of that: Out Raſcall dogges. It is vaine that you would ſpeake with Timon: For he is ſet ſo onely to himſelfe, That nothing but himſelfe, which lookes like man, Is friendly with him. Bring vs to his Caue. It is our part and promiſe to th' Athenians To ſpeake with Timon. At all times alike Men are not ſtill the ſame: 'twas Time and Greefes That fram'd him thus. Time with his fairer hand, Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes, The former man may make him: bring vs to him And chanc'd it as it may. Heere is his Caue: Peace and content be heere. Lord Timon, Timon, Looke out, and ſpeake to Friends: Th' Athenians By two of their moſt reuerend Senate greet thee: Speake to them Noble Timon. Thou Sunne that comforts burne, Speake and be hang'd: For each true word, a bliſter, and each falſe Be as a Cantherizing to the root o' th' Tongue, Conſuming it with ſpeaking. Worthy Timon. Of none but ſuch as you, And you of Timon. The Senators of Athens, greet thee Timon. I thanke them, And would ſend them backe the plague, Could I but catch it for them. O forget What we are ſorry for our ſelues in thee: The Senators, with one conſent of loue, Intreate thee backe to Athens, who haue thought On ſpeciall Dignities, which vacant lye For thy beſt vſe and wearing.