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Timon, a noble Athenian.
servants to Timon's creditors.
Timon's creditors. Cupid, und Maskers. Three Strangers. Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant. An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.
Timandra, } mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, and Attendants.
Scene, Athens ; and the Woods adjoining.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house.
Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others,
at several doors.
Poet. Good day, sir.
I am glad you are well. Poet. I have not seen you long ; How goes the
world? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Poet.
Ay, that's well known :
Pain. I know them both : t'other's a jeweller.
Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd *, as
Jew. I have a jewel here.
sir ? Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for
* loured by constant practice.
t For continual. I i. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good.. Mer.
'Tis a good form.
(Looking at the jewel. Jew. And rich : here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedi
cation To the great lord. Poet.
A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourished : The fire i'the flint Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes. What have
there? Pain. A picture, sir.—And when comes your book
forth ? Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment*, sir. Let's see your piece. Pain.
'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. :Pain. Indifferent. Poet.
Admirable : How this grace
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
I'll say of it,
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
* As soon as my book has been presented to Timop.
t i. e. Tbe contest of art with nature.