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 III.
The same. A Room in Sempronius' House.
Enter Sempronius, and Servant of Timon's.
Sem.
Must he needs trouble me in't, 'bove all others?
He might have try'd lord Lucius, or Lucullus;
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And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: All these three
Owe note their estates unto him.
Ser.
O my lord,
They have all been touch'd, and found note base metal; for
They have all deny'd him?
Sem.
How! have they deny'd him?
Has Lucius, and Ventidius, and Lucullus,
Deny'd him, say you? and does he send to me?
Three? hum!
It shews but little love, or judgment, in him.
Must I be his last refuge then? His friends, note14Q1155
Like thriv'd physicians note, note give him over; Must
I take the cure upon me?
H'as much disgrac'd me in't; I am angry at him,
That might have known my place: I see no sense for't,
But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man,
That e'er receiv'd gift from him:
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No: so it may prove
An argument of laughter to the rest,
And among'st lords I note shall be thought a fool.
I had rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
H'ad sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I had such a courage to have done him note good.
But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour, shall not know my coin.
[Exit Sempronius.
Ser.
Excellent! Your lordship's
A goodly villain. The devil knew not what
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He did, when he made man so politick;
He cross'd himself by't: and I cannot think,
But, in the end, the villanies of man
Will set him clear. How fairly this lord strives
To appear foul? takes virtuous copies to
Be wicked by; like those, that, under hot
And ardent zeal, would set whole realms on fire:
Of such a nature is his politick love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
Save the gods only note: Now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth, must keep his house.
[Exit.
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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