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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 4
  • Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
  • Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
  • Servant. Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The
    devil knew not what he did when he made man
    politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot
    think but, in the end, the villainies of man will
    set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to
    appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked,
    like those that under hot ardent zeal would set
    whole realms on fire: Of such a nature is his
    politic love.
    This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
    Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,
    Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
    Many a bounteous year must be employ'd
    Now to guard sure their master.
    And this is all a liberal course allows;
    Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.

    First Servant. Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.

2 III / 4
  • Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
  • Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
  • Hortensius. I'm weary of this charge, the gods can witness:
    I know my lord hath spent of Timon's wealth,
    And now ingratitude makes it worse than stealth.

    First Servant. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?

3 III / 4
  • 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
    Your master's confidence was...
  • 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
    Your master's confidence was above mine;
    Else, surely, his had equall'd.
    Enter Flaminius.
  • First Servant. Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?

    First Servant. 'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
    Your master's confidence was above mine;
    Else, surely, his had equall'd.
    Enter Flaminius.

4 III / 4
  • How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?
  • How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?
  • Flavius. If 'twill not serve,'tis not so base as you;
    For you serve knaves.

    First Servant. How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?

5 III / 4
  • My lord,--
  • My lord,--
  • Timon. Five thousand drops pays that.
    What yours?--and yours?

    First Servant. My lord,--

6 IV / 2
  • Hear you, master steward, where's our master?
    Are we undone? cast off? nothi...
  • Hear you, master steward, where's our master?
    Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?
  • Timon. Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
    That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,
    And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
    Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools,
    Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
    And minister in their steads! to general filths
    Convert o' the instant, green virginity,
    Do 't in your parents' eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
    Rather than render back, out with your knives,
    And cut your trusters' throats! bound servants, steal!
    Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
    And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
    Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen,
    pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
    With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,
    Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
    Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
    Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
    Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
    Decline to your confounding contraries,
    And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
    Your potent and infectious fevers heap
    On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
    Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
    As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
    Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
    That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
    And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
    Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
    Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
    at their society, as their friendship, may
    merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
    But nakedness, thou detestable town!
    Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
    Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
    The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
    The gods confound--hear me, you good gods all--
    The Athenians both within and out that wall!
    And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
    To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.

    First Servant. Hear you, master steward, where's our master?
    Are we undone? cast off? nothing remaining?

7 IV / 2
  • Such a house broke!
    So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not
    One frie...
  • Such a house broke!
    So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not
    One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
    And go along with him!
  • Flavius. Alack, my fellows, what should I say to you?
    Let me be recorded by the righteous gods,
    I am as poor as you.

    First Servant. Such a house broke!
    So noble a master fall'n! All gone! and not
    One friend to take his fortune by the arm,
    And go along with him!

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