[Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in
thine own work? wilt thou whip thine own faults in
men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
Nay, let's seek him:
Then do we sin against our own estate,
When we may profit meet, and come too late.
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light.
[Aside] I'll meet you at the turn. What a
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam,
Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
Be crown'd with plagues that thee alone obey!
Fit I meet them.
Hail, worthy Timon!
Our late noble master!
Have I once lived to see two honest men?
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Hearing you were retired, your friends fall'n off,
naturesO abhorred spirits!
Not all the whips of heaven are large enough:
What! to you,
nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being! I am rapt and cannot cover
The monstrous bulk of
With any size of words.
Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
You that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best
seen and known.
He and myself
Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.
Ay, you are honest men.
We are hither come to offer you our service.
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