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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 3
  • Thy lips rot off!
  • Thy lips rot off!
  • Timon. I know thee too; and more than that I know thee,
    I not desire to know. Follow thy drum;
    With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules:
    Religious canons, civil laws are cruel;
    Then what should war be? This fell whore of thine
    Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
    For all her cherubim look.

    Phrynia. Thy lips rot off!

2 IV / 3
  • [with Timandra] Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
  • [with Timandra] Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
  • Timon. Dost thou, or dost thou not, heaven's curse
    upon thee!

    Phrynia. [with Timandra] Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?

3 IV / 3
  • [with Timandra] Well, more gold: what then?
    Believe't, that we'll do any thi...
  • [with Timandra] Well, more gold: what then?
    Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
  • Timon. Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
    And to make whores, a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
    Your aprons mountant: you are not oathable,
    Although, I know, you 'll swear, terribly swear
    Into strong shudders and to heavenly agues
    The immortal gods that hear you,--spare your oaths,
    I'll trust to your conditions: be whores still;
    And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
    Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;
    Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
    And be no turncoats: yet may your pains, six months,
    Be quite contrary: and thatch your poor thin roofs
    With burthens of the dead;--some that were hang'd,
    No matter:--wear them, betray with them: whore still;
    Paint till a horse may mire upon your face,
    A pox of wrinkles!

    Phrynia. [with Timandra] Well, more gold: what then?
    Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.

4 IV / 3
  • [with Timandra] More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
  • [with Timandra] More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.
  • Timon. Consumptions sow
    In hollow bones of man; strike their sharp shins,
    And mar men's spurring. Crack the lawyer's voice,
    That he may never more false title plead,
    Nor sound his quillets shrilly: hoar the flamen,
    That scolds against the quality of flesh,
    And not believes himself: down with the nose,
    Down with it flat; take the bridge quite away
    Of him that, his particular to foresee,
    Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate
    ruffians bald;
    And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war
    Derive some pain from you: plague all;
    That your activity may defeat and quell
    The source of all erection. There's more gold:
    Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
    And ditches grave you all!

    Phrynia. [with Timandra] More counsel with more money, bounteous Timon.

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