Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE I.
The same. A Room in a Senator's House.
Enter Senator, with Papers in his Hand.
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Sen.
And late, five thousand;14Q1149—To Varro, and to Isidore,
He owes nine thousand;—besides my former sum,
Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging waste? It cannot hold; it will not.
If I want gold, steal but a beggar's dog,
And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold:
If I would sell my horse, and buy ten more note note
Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon,
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
Ten able note horses: No porter at his gate;
But rather one that smiles, and still invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his state on safety note.—Caphis, ho!
Caphis, I say!
Enter Caphis.
Cap.
Here, sir; What is your pleasure?
Sen.
Get on your cloak, and haste you to lord Timon;
Impórtune him for my monies: be not ceas'd
With slight denial; nor then silenc'd, when note—
Commend me to your master—and the cap
Plays in the right hand, † thus: but tell him, sirrah, note
My uses cry to me, I must serve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates
Have smit my credit: I love, and honour him;
But must not break my back, to heal his finger:
Immediate are my needs; and my relief
Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone:
Put on a most importunate aspéct,
A visage of demand; for, I do fear,
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When every feather sticks in his own wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes note now a phœnix. Get you gone.
Cap.
I go, sir.
Sen.
I go, sir? take the bonds &dagger2; along with you;
And have the dates in compt. note
Cap.
I will, sir.
Sen.
Go.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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