Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)
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Timon of Athens.
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¶With one man becken'd from the rest below,
¶In our Condition.
¶Poet. Nay Sir, but heare me on:
¶All those which were his Fellowes but of late,
100Some better then his valew; on the moment
¶Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,
¶Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare,
¶Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him
¶Drinke the free Ayre.
¶Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants
¶Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,
¶Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe,
110Not one accompanying his declining foot.
¶Pain. Tis common:
¶More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,
¶The foot aboue the head.
¶
Trumpets sound.
¶
Enter Lord Timon, addressing himselfe curteously
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to euery Sutor.
¶Mes. I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,
¶Your Honourable Letter he desires
125Periods his comfort.
¶Tim. Noble Ventidius, well:
¶I am not of that Feather, to shake off
¶My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him
¶A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe,
130Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.
¶And being enfranchized bid him come to me;
¶'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,
135But to support him after. Fare you well.
¶
Enter an old Athenian.
¶Tim. Freely good Father.
¶Tim. Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius.
145Oldm. This Fellow heere, L. Timon, this thy Creature,
¶By night frequents my house. I am a man
¶That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift,
¶Then one which holds a Trencher.
150Tim. Well: what further?
¶On whom I may conferre what I haue got:
¶The Maid is faire, a'th' youngest for a Bride,
155In Qualities of the best. This man of thine
¶Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord)
¶Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort,
160Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon,
¶It must not beare my Daughter.
¶Oldm. She is yong and apt:
¶What leuities in youth.
¶Tim. Loue you the Maid?
¶Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world,
¶Tim. This Gentleman of mine
¶Hath seru'd me long:
¶To build his Fortune, I will straine a little,
¶For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,
180What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize,
¶And make him weigh with her.
¶Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.
¶Tim. My hand to thee,
185Mine Honour on my promise.
¶That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,
¶Which is not owed to you.
Exit
190And long liue your Lordship.
¶Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?
¶Your Lordship to accept.
195Tim. Painting is welcome.
¶The Painting is almost the Naturall man:
¶Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,
200And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance
¶Till you heare further from me.
¶Tim. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.
¶If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,
¶It would vnclew me quite.
210Iewel. My Lord, 'tis rated
¶Things of like valew differing in the Owners,
¶Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,
¶You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.
¶Which all men speake with him.
¶Tim. Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?
¶Tim. Good morrow to thee,
¶Gentle Apermantus.
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Aper.
