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Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
Three talents on the present; in future, all.
If in her marriage my consent be missing, I call the gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, And dispossess her all.
She is young and apt: Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth.
Therefore he will be, Timon: His honesty rewards him in itself; It must not bear my daughter.
One only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got: The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, And I have bred her at my dearest cost In qualities of the best. This man of thine Attempts her love: I prithee ...
This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclined to thrift; And my estate deserves an heir more raised Than one which holds a trencher.
Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.
Thou hast a servant named Lucilius.
Lord Timon, hear me speak.