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TIMON OF ATHENS.
ACT THE FIRST.
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.
Ay, that's well known :
Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.
Nay, that's most fix'd.
Jew. I have a jewel here.
1 Inured by constant practice. 9 Continual. 3 i. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.
Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon sir ?
'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 de
dication 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 fame Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes. What have you
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,
* As soon as my book has been presented to Tinion.
5 i.e. The contest of art with nature.
a sir? atd the
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How shall I understand you ?
I'll unbolt to you.
grave and austere quality,) tender down
I saw them speak together.
6 My design does not stop at any particular character.
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix’d,
'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
Nay, sir, but hear me on:
Ay, marry, what of these?
Pain. 'Tis common:
Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the
Servant of Ventidius talking with him. Tim.
Imprison'd is he, say you ? Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his
debt; His means most short, his creditors most strait :
Your honourable letter he desires
Noble Ventidius ! Well;
him. Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ran
some; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me: 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after. - Fare you well.
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! [Exit.
Enter an old Athenian.
Freely, good father.
fore thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no ? — Lucilius !
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
what further ? Old. Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got: