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twg_000000026600 | Thats more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. STEPHANO. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be oer ears for my labour. CALIBAN. Prithee, my King, be quiet. Seest thou here, This is the mouth o th cell: no noise, and enter. Do that good mischief which may make this island Thine own | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026601 | for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker. STEPHANO. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. TRINCULO. O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! Look what a wardrobe here is for thee! CALIBAN. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. TRINCULO. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026602 | O King Stephano! STEPHANO. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, Ill have that gown. TRINCULO. Thy Grace shall have it. CALIBAN. The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean To dote thus on such luggage? Lett alone, And do the murder first. If he awake, From toe to crown hell fill our skins with pinches, Make us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026603 | strange stuff. STEPHANO. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin. TRINCULO. Do, do: we steal by line and level, ant like your Grace. STEPHANO. I thank thee for that jest. Heres a garment for t: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026604 | wit shall not go unrewarded while I am King of this country. Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate. Theres another garment for t. TRINCULO. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. CALIBAN. I will have none ont. We shall lose our time, And all be turnd to barnacles, or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026605 | to apes With foreheads villainous low. STEPHANO. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or Ill turn you out of my kingdom. Go to, carry this. TRINCULO. And this. STEPHANO. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026606 | and Ariel setting them on. PROSPERO. Hey, Mountain, hey! ARIEL. Silver! there it goes, Silver! PROSPERO. Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [_Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo are driven out._] Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them Than pard, or cat o mountain. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026607 | ARIEL. Hark, they roar. PROSPERO. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lies at my mercy all mine enemies. Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom. For a little Follow, and do me service. [_Exeunt._] ACT V SCENE I. Before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026608 | PROSPERO. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage. Hows the day? ARIEL. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. PROSPERO. I did say so, When first I raisd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026609 | and s followers? ARIEL. Confind together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till your release. The King, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026610 | Him you termd, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo. His tears run down his beard, like winters drops From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works em, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. PROSPERO. Dost thou think so, spirit? ARIEL. Mine would, sir, were I human. PROSPERO. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026611 | but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier movd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th quick, Yet with my nobler reason gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026612 | than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel. My charms Ill break, their senses Ill restore, And they shall be themselves. ARIEL. Ill fetch them, sir. [_Exit._] PROSPERO. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye that on the sands with printless foot | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026613 | Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimmd The noontide sun, calld | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026614 | forth the mutinous winds, And twixt the green sea and the azurd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Joves stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-basd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluckd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have wakd their sleepers, opd, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026615 | and let em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure; and, when I have requird Some heavenly music,which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, Ill break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026616 | drown my book. [_Solemn music._] Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso with a frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo, Sebastian and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco: they all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026617 | useless, boild within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stoppd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, een sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026618 | My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou followst, I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the act. Thou art pinchd for t now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertaind ambition, Expelld remorse and nature, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026619 | who, with Sebastian, Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong, Would here have killd your King; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding Begins to swell, and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them That yet looks on me, or would know me. Ariel, Fetch | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026620 | me the hat and rapier in my cell. [_Exit Ariel._] I will discase me, and myself present As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free. Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero. ARIEL _Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslips bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026621 | the bats back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough._ PROSPERO. Why, thats my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so. To the Kings ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026622 | the master and the boatswain Being awake, enforce them to this place, And presently, I prithee. ARIEL. I drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat. [_Exit._] GONZALO. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! PROSPERO. Behold, sir King, The wronged Duke of Milan, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026623 | Prospero. For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee and thy company I bid A hearty welcome. ALONSO. Wheer thou best he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026624 | I saw thee, Th affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave, An if this be at all, a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero Be living and be here? PROSPERO. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026625 | whose honour cannot Be measurd or confind. GONZALO. Whether this be Or be not, Ill not swear. PROSPERO. You do yet taste Some subtleties o the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all. [_Aside to Sebastian and Antonio._] But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I here could pluck his highness | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026626 | frown upon you, And justify you traitors: at this time I will tell no tales. SEBASTIAN. [_Aside._] The devil speaks in him. PROSPERO. No. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault, all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which perforce I know Thou must restore. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026627 | ALONSO. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since Were wrackd upon this shore; where I have lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! My dear son Ferdinand. PROSPERO. I am woe for t, sir. ALONSO. Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026628 | her cure. PROSPERO. I rather think You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace, For the like loss I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. ALONSO. You the like loss! PROSPERO. As great to me, as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026629 | for I Have lost my daughter. ALONSO. A daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, The King and Queen there! That they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? PROSPERO. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026630 | admire That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath; but, howsoeer you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wrackd, was landed To be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026631 | the lord ont. No more yet of this; For tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir. This cells my court: here have I few attendants, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. My dukedom since you have given me again, I will requite you with as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026632 | good a thing; At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much as me my dukedom. Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess. MIRANDA. Sweet lord, you play me false. FERDINAND. No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. MIRANDA. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026633 | fair play. ALONSO. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. SEBASTIAN. A most high miracle! FERDINAND. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful. I have cursd them without cause. [_Kneels to Alonso._] ALONSO. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou camst here. MIRANDA. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026634 | O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world That has such people in t! PROSPERO. Tis new to thee. ALONSO. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eldst acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath severd us, And brought us thus together? FERDINAND. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026635 | Sir, she is mortal; But by immortal Providence shes mine. I chose her when I could not ask my father For his advice, nor thought I had one. She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Receivd a second life; and second father | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026636 | This lady makes him to me. ALONSO. I am hers: But, O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness! PROSPERO. There, sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances with A heaviness thats gone. GONZALO. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026637 | blessed crown; For it is you that have chalkd forth the way Which brought us hither. ALONSO. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! GONZALO. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become Kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: in one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026638 | And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves, When no man was his own. ALONSO. [_To Ferdinand and Miranda._] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy! GONZALO. Be it so. Amen! Re-enter Ariel | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026639 | with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following. O look, sir, look, sir! Here are more of us. I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy, That swearst grace oerboard, not an oath on shore? Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? BOATSWAIN. The best news is that we have safely | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026640 | found Our King and company. The next, our ship, Which but three glasses since, we gave out split, Is tight and yare, and bravely riggd as when We first put out to sea. ARIEL. [_Aside to Prospero._] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went. PROSPERO. [_Aside to Ariel._] My tricksy spirit! ALONSO. These are not natural events; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026641 | they strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither? BOATSWAIN. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, Id strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And,how, we know not,all clappd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026642 | We were awakd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capring to eye her. On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. ARIEL. [_Aside to Prospero._] Wast well done? PROSPERO. [_Aside to Ariel._] Bravely, my diligence. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026643 | Thou shalt be free. ALONSO. This is as strange a maze as eer men trod; And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. PROSPERO. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business. At pickd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026644 | resolve you, Which to you shall seem probable, of every These happend accidents; till when, be cheerful And think of each thing well. [_Aside to Ariel._] Come hither, spirit; Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [_Exit Ariel._] How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026645 | Re-enter Ariel driving in Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo in their stolen apparel. STEPHANO. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself, for all is but fortune.Coragio! bully-monster, coragio! TRINCULO. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, heres a goodly sight. CALIBAN. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed. How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026646 | fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. SEBASTIAN. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy them? ANTONIO. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. PROSPERO. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave, His mother | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026647 | was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, And deal in her command without her power. These three have robbd me; and this demi-devil, For hes a bastard one, had plotted with them To take my life. Two of these fellows you Must know and own; this thing of darkness I Acknowledge | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026648 | mine. CALIBAN. I shall be pinchd to death. ALONSO. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? SEBASTIAN. He is drunk now: where had he wine? ALONSO. And Trinculo is reeling-ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded em? How camst thou in this pickle? TRINCULO. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026649 | that, I fear me, will never out of my bones. I shall not fear fly-blowing. SEBASTIAN. Why, how now, Stephano! STEPHANO. O! touch me not. I am not Stephano, but a cramp. PROSPERO. Youd be King o the isle, sirrah? STEPHANO. I should have been a sore one, then. ALONSO. This is as strange a thing as eer I lookd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026650 | on. [_Pointing to Caliban._] PROSPERO. He is as disproportioned in his manners As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions. As you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. CALIBAN. Ay, that I will; and Ill be wise hereafter, And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026651 | for a god, And worship this dull fool! PROSPERO. Go to; away! ALONSO. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. SEBASTIAN. Or stole it, rather. [_Exeunt Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo._] PROSPERO. Sir, I invite your Highness and your train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night; which, part of it, Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026652 | waste With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: the story of my life And the particular accidents gone by Since I came to this isle: and in the morn Ill bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-belovd solemnized; And thence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026653 | retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave. ALONSO. I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely. PROSPERO. Ill deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious that shall catch Your royal fleet far off. [_Aside to Ariel._] My Ariel, chick, That is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026654 | thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near. [_Exeunt._] EPILOGUE PROSPERO. Now my charms are all oerthrown, And what strength I haves mine own, Which is most faint. Now tis true, I must be here confind by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026655 | pardond the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell, But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relievd by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026656 | prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardond be, Let your indulgence set me free. [_Exit._] THE LIFE OF TIMON OF ATHENS Contents ACT I Scene I. Athens. A hall in Timons house Scene II. The Same. A room of state in Timons house ACT II Scene I. Athens. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026657 | A room in a senators house Scene II. The same. A hall in Timons house ACT III Scene I. Athens. A room in Lucullus house Scene II. A public place Scene III. The same. A room in Sempronius house Scene IV. A hall in Timons house Scene V. The same. The senate house Scene VI. A room of state in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026658 | Timons house ACT IV Scene I. Without the walls of Athens Scene II. Athens. A room in Timons house Scene III. Woods and caves near the sea-shore ACT V Scene I. The woods. Before Timons cave Scene III. The same Scene III. Before the walls of Athens Scene IV. The woods. Timons cave, and a rude tomb seen Scene V. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026659 | Before the walls of Athens Dramatis Person TIMON, a noble Athenian FLAVIUS, steward to Timon FLAMINIUS, servant to Timon LUCILIUS, servant to Timon SERVILIUS, servant to Timon APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher ALCIBIADES, an Athenian captain PHRYNIA, mistress to Alcibiades TIMANDRA, mistress to Alcibiades LUCIUS, friend of Timon LUCULLUS, friend of Timon SEMPRONIUS, friend of Timon VENTIDIUS, friend of Timon CAPHIS, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026660 | servant of Timons creditors SERVANT of Isidore Two SERVANTS of Varro TITUS, servant of Timons creditors HORTENSIUS, servant of Timons creditors LUCIUS, servant of Timons creditors PHILOTUS, servant of Timons creditors LORDS and SENATORS of Athens Three STRANGERS, one called HOSTILIUS An OLD ATHENIAN POET PAINTER JEWELLER MERCHANT A FOOL A PAGE CUPID and Amazons in the Masque BANDITTI Officers, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026661 | Soldiers, Servants, Thieves, Messengers and Attendants SCENE. Athens, and the neighbouring woods ACT I SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timons house Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller and Merchant at several doors. POET. Good day, sir. PAINTER. I am glad youre well. POET. I have not seen you long. How goes the world? PAINTER. It wears, sir, as it grows. POET. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026662 | Ay, thats well known. But what particular rarity? What strange, Which manifold record not matches? See, Magic of bounty, all these spirits thy power Hath conjured to attend! I know the merchant. PAINTER. I know them both. Th others a jeweller. MERCHANT. O, tis a worthy lord! JEWELLER. Nay, thats most fixed. MERCHANT. A most incomparable man, breathed, as it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026663 | were, To an untirable and continuate goodness. He passes. JEWELLER. I have a jewel here MERCHANT. O, pray lets seet. For the Lord Timon, sir? JEWELLER. If he will touch the estimate. But for that POET. When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good. MERCHANT. [_Looking at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026664 | the jewel_.] Tis a good form. JEWELLER. And rich. Here is a water, look ye. PAINTER. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. POET. A thing slipped idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum which oozes From whence tis nourished. The fire i th flint Shows not till it be struck; our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026665 | gentle flame Provokes itself and, like the current, flies Each bound it chases. What have you there? PAINTER. A picture, sir. When comes your book forth? POET. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Lets see your piece. PAINTER. Tis a good piece. POET. So tis. This comes off well and excellent. PAINTER. Indifferent. POET. Admirable! How this grace Speaks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026666 | his own standing! What a mental power This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves in this lip! To th dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. PAINTER. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch. Ist good? POET. Ill say of it, It tutors nature. Artificial strife Lives in these touches livelier than life. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026667 | certain Senators, who pass over the stage. PAINTER. How this lord is followed! POET. The senators of Athens, happy men! PAINTER. Look, more! POET. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have in this rough work shaped out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment. My free drift Halts not particularly, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026668 | but moves itself In a wide sea of wax. No levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. PAINTER. How shall I understand you? POET. I will unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, As well of glib and slippry creatures | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026669 | as Of grave and austere quality, tender down Their services to Lord Timon. His large fortune, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor himself; even he drops down The knee before him and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026670 | returns in peace Most rich in Timons nod. PAINTER. I saw them speak together. POET. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feigned Fortune to be throned. The base o th mount Is ranked with all deserts, all kind of natures That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states. Amongst them all Whose eyes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026671 | are on this sovereign lady fixed, One do I personate of Lord Timons frame, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her, Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals. PAINTER. Tis conceived to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckoned from the rest below, Bowing his head against the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026672 | steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well expressed In our condition. POET. Nay, sir, but hear me on. All those which were his fellows but of late, Some better than his value, on the moment Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Drink | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026673 | the free air. PAINTER. Ay, marry, what of these? POET. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants, Which laboured after him to the mountains top Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. PAINTER. Tis common. A thousand moral paintings I can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026674 | show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortunes More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head. Trumpets sound. Enter Lord Timon, addressing himself courteously to every suitor. He is accompanied by a Messenger; Lucilius and other servants follow. TIMON. Imprisoned is he, say you? MESSENGER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026675 | Ay, my good lord. Five talents is his debt, His means most short, his creditors most strait. Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up, which, failing, Periods his comfort. TIMON. Noble Ventidius. Well, I am not of that feather to shake off My friend when he must need me. I do know him A gentleman that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026676 | well deserves a help, Which he shall have. Ill pay the debt and free him. MESSENGER. Your lordship ever binds him. TIMON. Commend me to him, I will send his ransom; And, being enfranchised, bid him come to me. Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after. Fare you well. MESSENGER. All happiness to your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026677 | honour. [_Exit._] Enter an Old Athenian. OLD ATHENIAN. Lord Timon, hear me speak. TIMON. Freely, good father. OLD ATHENIAN. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius. TIMON. I have so. What of him? OLD ATHENIAN. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. TIMON. Attends he here or no? Lucilius! LUCILIUS. Here, at your lordships service. OLD ATHENIAN. This fellow here, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026678 | Lord Timon, this thy creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclined to thrift, And my estate deserves an heir more raised Than one which holds a trencher. TIMON. Well, what further? OLD ATHENIAN. One only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026679 | The maid is fair, o th youngest for a bride, And I have bred her at my dearest cost In qualities of the best. This man of thine Attempts her love. I prithee, noble lord, Join with me to forbid him her resort; Myself have spoke in vain. TIMON. The man is honest. OLD ATHENIAN. Therefore he will be, Timon. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026680 | His honesty rewards him in itself; It must not bear my daughter. TIMON. Does she love him? OLD ATHENIAN. She is young and apt. Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levitys in youth. TIMON. [_To Lucilius_.] Love you the maid? LUCILIUS. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. OLD ATHENIAN. If in her marriage my consent | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026681 | be missing, I call the gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world And dispossess her all. TIMON. How shall she be endowed, If she be mated with an equal husband? OLD ATHENIAN. Three talents on the present; in future, all. TIMON. This gentleman of mine hath served me long. To build his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026682 | fortune I will strain a little, For tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter. What you bestow, in him Ill counterpoise, And make him weigh with her. OLD ATHENIAN. Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. TIMON. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. LUCILIUS. Humbly I thank your lordship. Never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026683 | may That state or fortune fall into my keeping Which is not owed to you. [_Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian._] POET. [_Presenting his poem_.] Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship. TIMON. I thank you, you shall hear from me anon. Go not away.What have you there, my friend? PAINTER. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026684 | lordship to accept. TIMON. Painting is welcome. The painting is almost the natural man, For since dishonour traffics with mans nature, He is but outside; these pencilled figures are Even such as they give out. I like your work, And you shall find I like it. Wait attendance Till you hear further from me. PAINTER. The gods preserve you. TIMON. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026685 | Well fare you, gentleman. Give me your hand. We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel Hath suffered under praise. JEWELLER. What, my lord, dispraise? TIMON. A mere satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for t as tis extolled, It would unclew me quite. JEWELLER. My lord, tis rated As those which sell would give. But you well | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026686 | know Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prized by their masters. Believet, dear lord, You mend the jewel by the wearing it. TIMON. Well mocked. MERCHANT. No, my good lord, he speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him. Enter Apemantus. TIMON. Look who comes here. Will you be chid? JEWELLER. Well bear, with your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026687 | lordship. MERCHANT. Hell spare none. TIMON. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus. APEMANTUS. Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow When thou art Timons dog, and these knaves honest. TIMON. Why dost thou call them knaves? Thou knowst them not. APEMANTUS. Are they not Athenians? TIMON. Yes. APEMANTUS. Then I repent not. JEWELLER. You know me, Apemantus? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026688 | APEMANTUS. Thou knowst I do, I called thee by thy name. TIMON. Thou art proud, Apemantus. APEMANTUS. Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. TIMON. Whither art going? APEMANTUS. To knock out an honest Athenians brains. TIMON. Thats a deed thoult die for. APEMANTUS. Right, if doing nothing be death by th law. TIMON. How likst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026689 | thou this picture, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. The best, for the innocence. TIMON. Wrought he not well that painted it? APEMANTUS. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet hes but a filthy piece of work. PAINTER. Youre a dog. APEMANTUS. Thy mothers of my generation. Whats she, if I be a dog? TIMON. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. No, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026690 | I eat not lords. TIMON. An thou shouldst, thoudst anger ladies. APEMANTUS. O, they eat lords. So they come by great bellies. TIMON. Thats a lascivious apprehension. APEMANTUS. So thou apprehendst it, take it for thy labour. TIMON. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a man a doit. TIMON. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026691 | What dost thou think tis worth? APEMANTUS. Not worth my thinking. How now, poet? POET. How now, philosopher? APEMANTUS. Thou liest. POET. Art not one? APEMANTUS. Yes. POET. Then I lie not. APEMANTUS. Art not a poet? POET. Yes. APEMANTUS. Then thou liest. Look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow. POET. Thats not feigned, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026692 | he is so. APEMANTUS. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o th flatterer. Heavens, that I were a lord! TIMON. What wouldst do then, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Een as Apemantus does now, hate a lord with my heart. TIMON. What, thyself? APEMANTUS. Ay. TIMON. Wherefore? APEMANTUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026693 | That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Art not thou a merchant? MERCHANT. Ay, Apemantus. APEMANTUS. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not. MERCHANT. If traffic do it, the gods do it. APEMANTUS. Traffics thy god, and thy god confound thee! Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger. TIMON. What trumpets that? MESSENGER. Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026694 | horse, All of companionship. TIMON. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us. [_Exeunt some Attendants._] You must needs dine with me. Go not you hence Till I have thanked you; when dinners done, Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sights. Enter Alcibiades with his company. Most welcome, sir. [_They bow to each other._] APEMANTUS. [_Aside_.] So, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026695 | so, there! Aches contract and starve your supple joints! That there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, And all this courtesy! The strain of mans bred out Into baboon and monkey. ALCIBIADES. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight. TIMON. Right welcome, sir! Ere we depart well share a bounteous time | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026696 | In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. [_Exeunt all but Apemantus._] Enter two Lords. FIRST LORD. What time o day ist, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Time to be honest. FIRST LORD. That time serves still. APEMANTUS. The more accursed thou, that still omittst it. SECOND LORD. Thou art going to Lord Timons feast? APEMANTUS. Ay, to see meat fill knaves and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026697 | wine heat fools. SECOND LORD. Fare thee well, fare thee well. APEMANTUS. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. SECOND LORD. Why, Apemantus? APEMANTUS. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none. FIRST LORD. Hang thyself! APEMANTUS. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding. Make thy requests to thy friend. SECOND LORD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026698 | Away, unpeaceable dog, or Ill spurn thee hence. APEMANTUS. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o th ass. [_Exit._] FIRST LORD. Hes opposite to humanity. Come, shall we in And taste Lord Timons bounty? He outgoes The very heart of kindness. SECOND LORD. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward. No meed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026699 | but he repays Sevenfold above itself, no gift to him But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance. FIRST LORD. The noblest mind he carries That ever governed man. SECOND LORD. Long may he live in fortunes. Shall we in? FIRST LORD. Ill keep you company. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The Same. A room of state in Timons | 60 | gutenberg |
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