Speeches (Lines) for Caphis in "The Tragedy of Timon of Athens"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 1
  • Here, sir; what is your pleasure?
  • Here, sir; what is your pleasure?
  • Senator. And late, five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore
    He owes nine thousand; besides my former sum,
    Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
    Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
    If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
    And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold.
    If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more
    Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,
    Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight,
    And able horses. No porter at his gate,
    But rather one that smiles and still invites
    All that pass by. It cannot hold: no reason
    Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho!
    Caphis, I say!

    Caphis. Here, sir; what is your pleasure?

2 II / 1
  • I go, sir.
  • I go, sir.
  • Senator. Get on your cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon;
    Importune him for my moneys; be not ceased
    With slight denial, nor then silenced when--
    'Commend me to your master'--and the cap
    Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
    My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
    Out of mine own; his days and times are past
    And my reliances on his fracted dates
    Have smit my credit: I love and honour him,
    But must not break my back to heal his finger;
    Immediate are my needs, and my relief
    Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words,
    But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
    Put on a most importunate aspect,
    A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
    When every feather sticks in his own wing,
    Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
    Which flashes now a phoenix. Get you gone.

    Caphis. I go, sir.

3 II / 1
  • I will, sir.
  • I will, sir.
  • Senator. 'I go, sir!'--Take the bonds along with you,
    And have the dates in contempt.

    Caphis. I will, sir.

4 II / 2
  • Good even, Varro: what,
    You come for money?
  • Good even, Varro: what,
    You come for money?
  • Flavius. No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,
    That he will neither know how to maintain it,
    Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account
    How things go from him, nor resumes no care
    Of what is to continue: never mind
    Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.
    What shall be done? he will not hear, till feel:
    I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
    Fie, fie, fie, fie!

    Caphis. Good even, Varro: what,
    You come for money?

5 II / 2
  • It is: and yours too, Isidore?
  • It is: and yours too, Isidore?
  • Caphis. Good even, Varro: what,
    You come for money?

    Caphis. It is: and yours too, Isidore?

6 II / 2
  • Would we were all discharged!
  • Would we were all discharged!
  • Caphis. It is: and yours too, Isidore?

    Caphis. Would we were all discharged!

7 II / 2
  • Here comes the lord.
  • Here comes the lord.
  • Caphis. Would we were all discharged!

    Caphis. Here comes the lord.

8 II / 2
  • My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
  • My lord, here is a note of certain dues.
  • Timon. So soon as dinner's done, we'll forth again,
    My Alcibiades. With me? what is your will?

    Caphis. My lord, here is a note of certain dues.

9 II / 2
  • Of Athens here, my lord.
  • Of Athens here, my lord.
  • Timon. Dues! Whence are you?

    Caphis. Of Athens here, my lord.

10 II / 2
  • Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
    To the succession of new days th...
  • Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
    To the succession of new days this month:
    My master is awaked by great occasion
    To call upon his own, and humbly prays you
    That with your other noble parts you'll suit
    In giving him his right.
  • Timon. Go to my steward.

    Caphis. Please it your lordship, he hath put me off
    To the succession of new days this month:
    My master is awaked by great occasion
    To call upon his own, and humbly prays you
    That with your other noble parts you'll suit
    In giving him his right.

11 II / 2
  • Nay, good my lord,--
  • Nay, good my lord,--
  • Timon. Mine honest friend,
    I prithee, but repair to me next morning.

    Caphis. Nay, good my lord,--

12 II / 2
  • If you did know, my lord, my master's wants--
    And I am sent expressly to you...
  • If you did know, my lord, my master's wants--
    And I am sent expressly to your lordship.
  • Timon. Contain thyself, good friend.
    He humbly prays your speedy payment.

    Caphis. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants--
    And I am sent expressly to your lordship.

13 II / 2
  • Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
    let's ha' some sport with 'e...
  • Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
    let's ha' some sport with 'em.
  • Flavius. Pray, draw near.

    Caphis. Stay, stay, here comes the fool with Apemantus:
    let's ha' some sport with 'em.

14 II / 2
  • Where's the fool now?
  • Where's the fool now?
  • Apemantus. No, thou stand'st single, thou'rt not on him yet.

    Caphis. Where's the fool now?

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