Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
They confess Toward thee, forgetfulness too general gross; Which now the public Body, which doth seldom Play the re-canter, feeling in itself A lack of Timon's aid, hath since withal Of it own fall, restraining aid to Timon, And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render, Together, with a recompense more fruitful Than their offence can weigh down by the Dram, I even such heaps and sums of Love and Wealth, As shall to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs, And write in thee the figures of their love, Eu to read them thine. You witch me in it; Surprise me to the very brink of tears; Lend me a Fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, And I'll be weep these comforts, worthy Senators. Therefore so please thee to return with us, And of our Athens, thine and ours to take The Captainship, thou shalt be met with thankes, Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name Live with Authority: so soon we shall drive back Of Alcibiades th' approaches wild, Who like a Boar too savage, doth root up His Country's peace. And shakes his threatening Sword Against the walls of Athens. Therefore Timon. Well sir, I will: therefore I will sir thus: If Alcibiades kill my Countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by ' th' Beards, Giving our holy Virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brained war: Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it, In pity of our aged, and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him that I care not, And let him take't at worst: For their Knives care not, While you have throats to answer. For myself, There's not a whittle, in th' unruly Camp, But I do prize it at my love, before The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leave you To the protection of the prosperous Gods, As thieves to Keepers. Stay not, all's in vain. Why I was writing of my Epitaph, It will be seen to morrow. My long sickness Of Health, and Living, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still, Be Alcibiades your plague; you his, And last so long enough. We speak in vain. But yet I love my Country, and am not One that rejoices in the common wrack, As common bruit doth put it. That's well spoke. Commend me to my loving Countrymen. These words become your lips as they pass thorough them. And enter in our ears, like great Triumphers In their applauding gates. Commend me to them, And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs, Their fears of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses, Their pangs of Love, with other incident throws That Nature's fragile Vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them, I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades wrath. I like this well, he will return again.
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They confeſſe Toward thee, forgetfulneſſe too generall groſſe; Which now the publike Body, which doth ſildome Play the re-canter, feeling in it ſelfe A lacke of Timons ayde, hath ſince withall Of it owne fall, reſtraining ayde to Timon, And ſend forth vs, to make their ſorrowed render, Together, with a recompence more fruitfull Then their offence can weigh downe by the Dramme, I euen ſuch heapes and ſummes of Loue and Wealth, As ſhall to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs, And write in thee the figures of their loue, Eu to read them thine. You witch me in it; Surprize me to the very brinke of teares; Lend me a Fooles heart, and a womans eyes, And Ile be weepe theſe comforts, worthy Senators. Therefore ſo pleaſe thee to returne with vs, And of our Athens, thine and ours to take The Captainſhip, thou ſhalt be met with thankes, Allowed with abſolute power, and thy good name Liue with Authoritie: ſo ſoone we ſhall driue backe Of Alcibiades th' approaches wild, Who like a Bore too ſauage, doth root vp His Countries peace. And ſhakes his threatning Sword Againſt the walles of Athens. Therefore Timon. Well ſir, I will: therefore I will ſir thus: If Alcibiades kill my Countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if he ſacke faire Athens, And take our goodly aged men by' th' Beards, Giuing our holy Virgins to the ſtaine Of contumelious, beaſtly, mad-brain'd warre: Then let him know, and tell him Timon ſpeakes it, In pitty of our aged, and our youth, I cannot chooſe but tell him that I care not, And let him tak't at worſt: For their Kniues care not, While you haue throats to anſwer. For my ſelfe, There's not a whittle, in th' vnruly Campe, But I do prize it at my loue, before The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leaue you To the protection of the proſperous Gods, As Theeues to Keepers. Stay not, all's in vaine. Why I was writing of my Epitaph, It will be ſeene to morrow. My long ſickneſſe Of Health, and Liuing, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, liue ſtill, Be Alcibiades your plague; you his, And laſt ſo long enough. We ſpeake in vaine. But yet I loue my Country, and am not One that reioyces in the common wracke, As common bruite doth put it. That's well ſpoke. Commend me to my louing Countreymen. Theſe words become your lippes as they paſſe thorow them. And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers In their applauding gates. Commend me to them, And tell them, that to eaſe them of their greefes, Their feares of Hoſtile ſtrokes, their Aches loſſes, Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes That Natures fragile Veſſell doth ſuſtaine In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will ſome kindnes do them, Ile teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath. I like this well, he will returne againe.