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I know none such, my lord.
So, so, my lord.
So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore
Came not my friend nor I.
We are hither come to offer you our service.
He and myself
Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.
Our late noble master!
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.
Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the
time: it opens the eyes of expectation:
performance is ever the duller for his act; and,
but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the
deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is
most courtly ...
Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I will
promise him an excellent piece.
Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens
again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore
'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this
supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in
us; and is very likely to load our purposes with
what they travail ...
Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and
Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor
straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'tis said
he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where
You're a dog.
The gods preserve ye!
A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.
A thousand moral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
The foot above the head.
Ay, marry, what of these?
'Tis conceived to scope.
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,
With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the sleepy mount
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
In our condition.
I saw them speak together.
How shall I understand you?
How this lord is follow'd!
It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Here is a touch; is't good?
'Tis a good piece.
A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
To the great lord.
I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
It wears, sir, as it grows.
I am glad you're well.
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