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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 3
  • Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not
    for't, he will supply us easi...
  • Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not
    for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously
    reserve it, how shall's get it?
  • Second Bandit. It is noised he hath a mass of treasure.

    Third Bandit. Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not
    for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetously
    reserve it, how shall's get it?

2 IV / 3
  • He; I know him.
  • He; I know him.
  • Second Bandit. 'Tis his description.

    Third Bandit. He; I know him.

3 IV / 3
  • Has almost charmed me from my profession, by
    persuading me to it.
  • Has almost charmed me from my profession, by
    persuading me to it.
  • Timon. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes;
    You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con
    That you are thieves profess'd, that you work not
    In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft
    In limited professions. Rascal thieves,
    Here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape,
    Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,
    And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician;
    His antidotes are poison, and he slays
    Moe than you rob: take wealth and lives together;
    Do villany, do, since you protest to do't,
    Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery.
    The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
    Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief,
    And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
    The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
    The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
    That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
    From general excrement: each thing's a thief:
    The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
    Have uncheque'd theft. Love not yourselves: away,
    Rob one another. There's more gold. Cut throats:
    All that you meet are thieves: to Athens go,
    Break open shops; nothing can you steal,
    But thieves do lose it: steal no less for this
    I give you; and gold confound you howsoe'er! Amen.

    Third Bandit. Has almost charmed me from my profession, by
    persuading me to it.

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