The Timon Plays

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University of Illinois, 1910 - Drama - 19 pages
 

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Page 513 - Vnto thie selfe, and all is well. Tim. Thou speakest like thie selfe, and in thy kinde: Lett those that are borne slaues beare abiect minds. I Timon am, not Laches. Lach. I, poore Laches, Not Timon ; yf I were, I would not see My goodes by crowes devoured as they bee. Tim.
Page 519 - CHIEF of Nature's works divine, Water claims the highest praise : Richest offspring of the mine, Gold, like fire, whose flashing rays From afar conspicuous gleam, Through the night's involving cloud, First in lustre and esteem, Decks the treasures of the proud...
Page 512 - Lett your chests be the pryson, Your locks the keeper, and your keyes the porter, Otherwise they'le fly away, swyfter then birds or wyndes. Tim. I will noe miser bee. Flye, gould, enioye the sunn beames ! 'tis not fitt Bright gould should lye hidd in obscuritie...
Page 514 - No, not soe.— Pseudocheus, Theis noble sparkes desires your company. Pseud. Saue yee. I was transported cleane beyond my selfe With contemplacion of my Pegasus ; Wounders did obviate my memorye, Which I saw in the Hand of the moone. Tim. In what place of the earth may that ile bee ? Pseud. 'Tis not in earth ; 'tis pendant in the ayre ; Endymion there hath the dominion.
Page 511 - D A common badge to men of eache degree ;— How many hange their heades downe, leaste they splitte The signe posts with their homes ; how many sitte At home sicke of the headeache, and complaine That they are like to the twi-horned moone ; This man lookes pale ; another stands amazde : In the meane while their wiues are jouiall ; They eate the tongues of nightingales, lambestones, Potato pies, pick'ld oysters, marrowbones, And drinke the purest wine that they can gette...
Page 517 - ... thee before. Eutr. This fellowe would insinuate, I thinke. Tim. Where hide yee your heads, yee heau'nly powers ? They doe despise their needy friend, yet liue And breathe a guilty soule: O supreme Joue, Why doth thy right hande cease to punish sinne ? Strike one of these with thunder from aboue, And with thy lightening reuenge my cause ! Strike which thou wilt, thy hande it cannot erre. Dem. Ha, ha, he ! how tragicall hee is! Tim. O yee ingratefull, haue I freed yee From...
Page 515 - Herm. This seemes a wonder. Pseud. From the milky sea As I did saile (that sea, the which was full, From the deepe bottome to the very toppe, Of pure white milke), the shippe did carry mee Into an ilande that was made of cheese; Their houses were of butter. Eutr. Were they not melted with the sunne ? Pseud. O, noe; They did obscure the sunne beames with wette clothes. Dem. A tapinosis or diminution. Eutr. Thou orator, what dost thou mutter thus ? Hem, let vs drinke, not idely spende the time; Lets...
Page 516 - ... not muskified. Tim. Putte on thy hatte ; thou shalt bee our fellow. Lol. Well bee it with thy oxen and thy ploughes, Who gracest mee with such greate courtesy ! If once I see thee at my fathers house, He giue thee ale pragmaticall indeede, Which, if thou drinke, shall fuddle thee hande and foote. Pseud. Since I did taste the nectar of the gods, Noe wine or ale can please my pallat well. Tim. This day shall bee a day of sporte and mirthe : Bring cuppes of wine ; let's welcome our new prince. Lol....
Page 512 - I'le subiect my neck To noe mans yoake. Is this a cittizen ? Phil. A wealthy one. Call. I shall the better rule : The wyfes of cittizens doe beare the sway, Whose very hands theire husbands may not touch Without a bended knee, and thinck themselves Happie yf they obteyne but soe much grace, Within theire armes to beare from place to place Theire wyues fyne litle pretty foysting hounds ; They doe adore theire wyues; what ere they say, They doe extoll; what ere they doe, they prayse, Though they cornute...
Page 510 - But stay awhile till your beard growe bigger ; otherwise old men wilbe ashamed to be ouercome in counsayle and vnderstanding by one that is barbatulous. Gelas. Ha, ha, he ! how I my selfe content my selfe ! I wholly am pleased with my selfe, from the sole of my foote to the crowne of my head : soe the Graces loue me, I could willinglie kisse my selfe. Heere, take my cloake, while I veiwe my selfe awhile : see, heere's a looking glasse. [Takes the glass.] Lord, what goulden teeth haue I ! what a purple...

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