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TIM'ON, a noble Athenian.
two flattering Lords.
Timandra, } Miffresses to Alcibiades.
Thieves, Senators, Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Mercer and
Merchant; with divers Servants and Attendants.
SCENE Athens, and the Woods not far from it.
The bint of part of this play taken from Lucian's Dialogue of Timon.
TIMON of ATHENS.
A C T I. S CE N E I.
A Hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Mercer,
at several doors.
Pain. I am glad ye are well.
Peet. I have not seen you long, how goes
Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
Pain. I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were To an untirable and continuate goodness.
Jew. I have a jewel here.
Mer. O pray let's fee't.
Poet. When we for recompence have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good. [Repeating to kimself.
Mer. 'Tis a good form. (Looking on the jewel, Jew. And rich; here is a water, look ye.
Pain. You're rapt, Sir, in some work, some dedication To the great Lord.
Poet. A thing Nipt idly from me. Our poesie is as a gum, which ifsues From whence 'tis nourished. The fire i' th' Aint Shews not 'till it be struck : our gentle flame Provokes it felf, and, like the current, fies Each bound it "/chafes. What have you there? [forth?
Pain. A picture, Sir :-- and when comes your book
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, Sir. Let's tee your piece.
Pain. 'Tis a good piece.
Poet. So 'tis,
Poet. Admirable ! how this grace
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life:
Poet. I'll say of it,
Enter certain Senators.
I have, I chases. ...old edit. Theob. emend, 2 when 3 men! ...old edit. Theob. emend.
I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man
Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet. I'll unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, As well of glib and Nipp'ry sinatures, as Of grave and austere quality, tender down Their service to Lord Timon : his large fortune Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glafs-fac'd flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to make himself abhorr'd;' ev'n he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod.
Pain. I saw them speak together.
Poet. I have upon a high and pleasant hill
Pain. 'Tis conceivid 77 to th”' fcope :
Bowing (a) Anciently they wrote upon waxen tables with an iron flyle. 5 creatures,
6 abhor himselt; 7 to ...old edit. Theob. emend.