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
_Serv._ My lord, there are certain nobles of the senate[1874][1875]
newly alighted and come to visit you.[1875]
_Tim._ They are fairly welcome.[1876]
_Flav._ I beseech your honour, vouchsafe me a word; it[1877]
does concern you near.[1877] 170
_Tim._ Near! why, then, another time I'll hear thee: I[1878][1879]
prithee, let's be provided to show them entertainment.[1879]
_Flav._ [_Aside_] I scarce know how.[1880]
_Enter another_ Servant.
_Sec. Serv._ May it please your honour, Lord Lucius[1881][1882][1883]
Out of his free love hath presented to you[1882][1884] 175
Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.[1882][1885]
_Tim._ I shall accept them fairly: let the presents
Be worthily entertain'd.
_Enter a third_ Servant.
How now! what news?
_Third Serv._ Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman,[1886]
Lord Lucullus, entreats your company to-morrow to[1886][1887] 180
hunt with him, and has sent your honour two brace of[1886][1888]
greyhounds.[1886]
_Tim._ I'll hunt with him; and let them be received,[1889]
Not without fair reward.[1889]
_Flav._ [_Aside_] What will this come to?[1890][1891]
He commands us to provide and give great gifts, and
all[1891][1892] 185
out of an empty coffer:[1891]
Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good:
His promises fly so beyond his state 190
That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes[1893][1894]
For every word: he is so kind that he now[1893][1895]
Pays interest for't; his land's put to their books.[1893][1896]
Well, would I were gently put out of office,[1893]
Before I were forced out![1893][1897] 195
Happier is he that has no friend to feed
Than such that do e'en enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.[1898][1899] [_Exit._
_Tim._ You do yourselves[1899]
Much wrong, you bate too much of your own merits.[1899]
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.[1899] 200
_Sec. Lord._ With more than common thanks I will receive[1900][1901]
it.[1901]
_Third Lord._ O, he's the very soul of bounty![1902]
_Tim._ And now I remember, my lord, you gave good[1903][1904]
words the other day of a bay courser I rode on. 'Tis
yours,[1903][1905] 205
because you liked it.[1903]
_Third Lord._ O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord,[1906][1907]
in that.[1908]
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