“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!”

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”

“O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !”

“thou art the best o' the cut-throats”

“Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.”

“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?”

“Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,Here, take: the gods out of my miseryHave sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy;But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men;Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone,Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogsWhat thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em,Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men likeblasted woods,And may diseases lick up their false bloods!And so farewell and thrive.FLAVIUS O, let me stay,And comfort you, my master.TIMON If thou hatest curses,Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.”