The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Apem._ Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this
way![1835][1836][1837]
They dance! they are mad women.[1836][1837][1838]
Like madness is the glory of this life,[1837][1839]
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.[1837][1840] 125
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves,[1837]
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men[1837]
Upon whose age we void it up again[1837]
With poisonous spite and envy.[1837][1841]
Who lives, that's not depraved or depraves?[1841][1842] 130
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves[1841]
Of their friends' gift?[1841][1843]
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;[1844]
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.[1845] 135
_The_ Lords _rise from table, with much adoring of_ TIMON; _and
to show their loves, each singles out an_ Amazon, _and all
dance, men with women, a lofty strain or two to the hautboys,
and cease._[1846]
_Tim._ You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,[1847]
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,[1848]
Which was not half so beautiful and kind;
You have added worth unto 't and lustre,[1849]
And entertain'd me with mine own device: 140
I am to thank you for 't.[1850]
_First Lady._ My lord, you take us even at the best.[1851]
_Apem._ Faith, for the worst is filthy, and would not hold[1852]
taking, I doubt me.[1852]
_Tim._ Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you:[1853][1854] 145
Please you to dispose yourselves.[1853]
_All Lad._ Most thankfully, my lord.[1855]
[_Exeunt Cupid and Ladies._
_Tim._ Flavius!
_Flav._ My lord?
_Tim._ The little casket bring me hither.
_Flav._ Yes, my lord. [_Aside_] More jewels yet![1856][1857][1858] 150
There is no crossing him in 's humour;[1857][1859]
Else I should tell him--well, i' faith, I should--[1860]
When all's spent, he'ld be cross'd then, an he could.[1861]
'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,[1862]
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.[1863] [_Exit._ 155
_First Lord._ Where be our men?[1864]
_Serv._ Here, my lord, in readiness.
_Sec. Lord._ Our horses![1865]
_Re-enter_ FLAVIUS, _with the casket_.[1866]
_Tim._ O my friends,[1867]
I have one word to say to you: look you, my good lord,[1867][1868] 160
I must entreat you, honour me so much[1867][1869]
As to advance this jewel; accept it and wear it,[1867][1870]
Kind my lord.[1867][1871]
_First Lord._ I am so far already in your gifts,--[1872]
_All._ So are we all.[1873] 165
_Enter a_ Servant.
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