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Whose thankless natures abhorred spirits!
Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
He, and myself, Have travell’d in the great shower of your gifts, And sweetly felt it. Tim.
Ay, you are honest men. Pain. We are hither come to offer you our service. Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite
you? Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you
service. Tim. You are honest men: You have heard that
I have gold; I am sure, you have: speak truth: you are honest
So, so, my lord. Tim. Even so, sir, as I say: And, for thy fiction,
[To the Poet. Why, thy yerse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, Will you,
4 counterfeit -] A portrait was so called in our author's
That thou art even natural in thine art.
Beseech your honour,
You'll take it ill.
indeed? Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.
Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave,
Do we, my lord?
Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Both. Naine them, my lord, let's know them.
[To the Painter.
a made-up villain.) That is, a villain that adopts quali. ties and characters not properly belonging to him; a hypocrite; or a made-up villain may mean, a complete, a finished villain.
in a draught,] That is, in the jakes.
Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside
[To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon: Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye
[Exit, beating and driving them out,
Enter Flavius, and Two Senators.
Bring us to his cave:
At all times alike
Here is his cave.-
Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn!-Speak,
and be hang'd:
with one consent of love,] With one united voice of affection.
sorrowed render,]. Render is confession. 9. Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;] The speaker means, a recompense that shall more than co:interpoise their offences, though weighed with the most scrupulous exactness,
Ever to read them thine.
You witch me in it;
1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens. 1 Sen.
Therefore, Timon, Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir ;
have throats to answer: for myself, There's not a whittle” in the unruly camp, But I do prize it at my love, before The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
1 Allow'd with absolute power,] Allowed is licensed, privileged, uncontrolled.
2 There's not a whittle,] A whittle is still in the midland counties the common name for a pocket clasp knife, such as children use. Chaucer speaks of a Sheffield thwittell,”