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Tim. Ye're honest men: ye’ve heard that I
have gold; I am sure you have : speak truth; ye're honest
Pain. So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
So so, my lord.
You'll take it ill.
Will you, indeed ?
knave, That mightily deceives you. Both.
Do we, my lord ?
Pain. I know none such, my lord. 98. cog, deceive.
hypocrisy, which, like a clumsy 99. patchery, blundering patch, fails to hide the fault.
Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
ye slaves : [To Painter] You have work'd for me; there's
payment for you : hence! [To Poet] You are an alchemist; make gold of that. Out, rascal dogs! [Beats them out, and then
retires to his
Enter FLAVIUS and two Senators.
Bring us to his cave:
At all times alike
The former man may make him. Bring us to him,
Here is his cave.
130 Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians,
: By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: Speak to them, noble Timon.
TIMON comes from his cave.
and be hang'd:
Timon. Tim. I thank them; and would send them back the plague,
140 Could I but catch it for them. First Sen.
Together with a recompense more fruitful
You witch me in it,
First Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return
And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
Sec. Sen. And shakes his threatening sword
Therefore, Timon,-170 Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir;
thus: If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war, Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it, In pity of our aged and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And let him take't at worst; for their knives care
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have throats to answer : for myself,
So I leave you
Stay not, all's in vain.
We speak in vain.
That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,First Sen. These words become your lips as they
pass thorough them. Sec. Sen. And enter in our ears like great
triumphers In their applauding gates. Tim.
Commend me to them, 200 And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do
them : I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
First Sen. I like this well; he will return again Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, 202. aches (disyllabic ; ch=tsh).