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
_Pain._ Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the[2648][2652]
time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever[2648]
the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler[2648]
kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use.
To[2648][2653] 25
promise is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a[2648]
kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in[2648]
his judgement that makes it.[2648][2654]
[_Timon comes from his cave, behind._
_Tim._ [_Aside_] Excellent workman! thou canst not[2648]
paint a man so bad as is thyself.[2648][2655] 30
_Poet._ I am thinking what I shall say I have provided[2648]
for him: it must be a personating of himself; a satire against[2648]
the softness of prosperity, with a discovery of the infinite[2648]
flatteries that follow youth and opulency.[2648]
_Tim._ [_Aside_] Must thou needs stand for a villain in[2648] 35
thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other[2648]
men? Do so, I have gold for thee.[2648]
_Poet._ Nay, let's seek him:[2656]
Then do we sin against our own estate,[2656]
When we may profit meet, and come too late.[2656] 40
_Pain._ True;[2656]
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,[2656][2657]
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light.[2656]
Come.[2656][2658]
_Tim._ [_Aside_] I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's
gold,[2659] 45
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple[2659][2660]
Than where swine feed![2659][2661]
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam,[2662]
Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye[2663][2664] 50
Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey![2664]
Fit I meet them.[2665] [_Coming forward._
_Poet._ Hail, worthy Timon!
_Pain._ Our late noble master!
_Tim._ Have I once lived to see two honest men?[2666]
_Poet._ Sir, 55
Having often of your open bounty tasted,[2667]
Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off,
Whose thankless natures--O abhorred spirits!--[2668]
Not all the whips of heaven are large enough--[2669]
What! to you,[2670] 60
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being! I am rapt, and cannot cover[2671][2672]
The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude[2672]
With any size of words.
_Tim._ Let it go naked, men may see't the better:[2673] 65
You that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen and known.[2674]
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