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._ He and myself
Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,[2675]
And sweetly felt it.
_Tim._ Ay, you are honest men.[2676]
_Pain_. We are hither come to offer you our service.[2677] 70
_Tim._ Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?[2678]
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
_Both._ What we can do, we'll do, to do you service.[2679]
_Tim._ Ye're honest men: ye've heard that I have gold;[2679][2680]
I am sure you have: speak truth; ye're honest men.[2681] 75
_Pain._ So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore
Came not my friend nor I.[2682]
_Tim._ Good honest men! Thou draw'st a counterfeit[2683]
Best in all Athens: thou'rt indeed the best;[2684]
Thou counterfeit'st most lively.
_Pain._ So, so, my lord. 80
_Tim._ E'en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,[2685]
Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
That thou art even natural in thine art.
But, for all this, my honest-natured friends,[2686]
I must needs say you have a little fault: 85
Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I[2687]
You take much pains to mend.
_Both._ Beseech your honour
To make it known to us.
_Tim._ You'll take it ill.
_Both._ Most thankfully, my lord.
_Tim._ Will you, indeed?
_Both._ Doubt it not, worthy lord. 90
_Tim._ There's never a one of you but trusts a knave[2688]
That mightily deceives you.
_Both._ Do we, my lord?
_Tim._ Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,[2689]
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,[2690]
Keep in your bosom: yet remain assured[2691] 95
That he's a made-up villain.
_Pain._ I know none such, my lord.
_Poet._ Nor I.[2692]
_Tim._ Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,[2693]
Rid me these villains from your companies:
Hang them or stab them, drown them in a draught,[2694] 100
Confound them by some course, and come to me,
I'll give you gold enough.
_Both._ Name them, my lord, let's know them.
_Tim._ You that way, and you this, but two in company:[2695]
Each man apart, all single and alone,[2696] 105
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
If, where thou art, two villains shall not be,[2697]
Come not near him. If thou wouldst not reside[2698]
But where one villain is, then him abandon.
Hence, pack! there's gold; you came for gold, ye slaves:[2699] 110
[_To Painter_] You have work for me, there's payment: hence![2700]
[_To Poet_] You are an alchemist, make gold of that:
Out, rascal dogs!
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