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Название: The Life of Timon of Athens

Автор: Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ ATHENIAN

      Three talents on the present; in future, all.

TIMON

      This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long:

      To build his fortune I will strain a little,

      For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:

      What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,

      And make him weigh with her.

OLD ATHENIAN

      Most noble lord,

      Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.

TIMON

      My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.

LUCILIUS

      Humbly I thank your lordship. Never may

      That state or fortune fall into my keeping

      Which is not owed to you!

      [Exeunt LUCILIUS and OLD ATHENIAN.]

POET

      [Presenting his poem]

      Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship!

TIMON

      I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:

      Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

PAINTER

      A piece of painting, which I do beseech

      Your lordship to accept.

TIMON

      Painting is welcome.

      The painting is almost the natural man;

      For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,

      He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are

      Even such as they give out. I like your work;

      And you shall find I like it: wait attendance

      Till you hear further from me.

PAINTER

      The gods preserve you!

TIMON

      Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;

      We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel

      Hath suffered under praise.

JEWELLER

      What, my lord! dispraise?

TIMON

      A mere satiety of commendations;

      If I should pay you for 't as 'tis extoll'd,

      It would unclew me quite.

JEWELLER

      My lord, 'tis rated

      As those which sell would give: but you well know,

      Things of like value, differing in the owners,

      Are prized by their masters. Believe't, dear lord,

      You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

TIMON

      Well mock'd.

MERCHANT

      No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,

      Which all men speak with him.

TIMON

      Look who comes here. Will you be chid?

      [Enter APEMANTUS.]

JEWELLER

      We'll bear, with your lordship.

MERCHANT

      He'll spare none.

TIMON

      Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!

APEMANTUS

      Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow;

      When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves honest.

TIMON

      Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not.

APEMANTUS

      Are they not Athenians?

TIMON

      Yes.

APEMANTUS

      Then I repent not.

JEWELLER

      You know me, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

      Thou know'st I do; I call'd thee by thy name.

TIMON

      Thou art proud, Apemantus.

APEMANTUS

      Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon.

TIMON

      Whither art going?

APEMANTUS

      To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

TIMON

      That's a deed thou'lt die for.

APEMANTUS

      Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.

TIMON

      How likest thou this picture, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

      The best, for the innocence.

TIMON

      Wrought he not well that painted it?

      APEMANTUS. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

PAINTER

      You're a dog.

APEMANTUS

      Thy mother's of my generation: what's she, if I be a dog?

TIMON

      Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?

APEMANTUS

      No; I eat not lords.

TIMON

      An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies.

APEMANTUS

      O! they eat lords; so they come by great bellies.

TIMON

      That's a lascivious apprehension.

APEMANTUS

      So thou apprehendest it, take it for thy labour.

TIMON

      How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

      APEMANTUS. Not so well as plain dealing, which will not cost a man a doit.

TIMON

      What dost thou think 'tis worth?

APEMANTUS

      Not worth my thinking. How now, poet!

POET

      How now, philosopher!

APEMANTUS

      Thou liest.

POET

      Art not one?

APEMANTUS

      Yes.

POET

      Then I lie not.

APEMANTUS

      Art not a poet?

POET

      Yes.

      APEMANTUS. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow.

POET

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