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Please you, my lord, there are certain
ladies most desirous of admittance.
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Please you, my lord, there are certain
ladies most desirous of admittance.
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Timon. What means that trump?
[Enter a Servant]
How now?
Servant. Please you, my lord, there are certain
ladies most desirous of admittance.
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There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
bears that office, to sig...
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There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
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Timon. Ladies! what are their wills?
Servant. There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which
bears that office, to signify their pleasures.
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Here, my lord, in readiness.
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Here, my lord, in readiness.
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First Lord. Where be our men?
Servant. Here, my lord, in readiness.
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I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
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I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
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Flavius. I would I could not think it: that thought is
bounty's foe;
Being free itself, it thinks all others so.
Servant. I have told my lord of you; he is coming down to you.
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Please your lordship, here is the wine.
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Please your lordship, here is the wine.
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Lucullus. La, la, la, la! 'nothing doubting,' says he? Alas,
good lord! a noble gentleman 'tis, if he would not
keep so good a house. Many a time and often I ha'
dined with him, and told him on't, and come again to
supper to him, of purpose to have him spend less,
and yet he would embrace no counsel, take no warning
by my coming. Every man has his fault, and honesty
is his: I ha' told him on't, but I could ne'er get
him from't.
Servant. Please your lordship, here is the wine.
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My lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have...
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My lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have au denied him.
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Sempronius. Must he needs trouble me in 't,--hum!--'bove
all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
Owe their estates unto him.
Servant. My lord,
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have au denied him.
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Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The
devil knew not what he did...
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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.
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Sempronius. How! have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? hum!
It shows but little love or judgment in him:
Must I be his last refuge! His friends, like
physicians,
Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me?
Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him,
That might have known my place: I see no sense for't,
But his occasion might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him:
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite its last? No:
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.
I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin.
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.
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