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Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir?
'Tis a good form.
[Looking at the Jewel. Jer. 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 flame 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 Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
I'll say of it,
4 As soon as my book has been presented to Timon.
sise. The contest of art with nature.
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How shall I understand you?
I'll unbolt to you.
I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign's Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the
My design does not stop at any particular character. 7 One who
shows by reflection the looks of his patron.
8 To advance their conditions of life. VOL. VIII.
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?
mood, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. 'Tis common : A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, To show lord Timon that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head,
Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the
Servant of VENTIDIUS talking with him.
Imprison'd is he, say you?
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!
Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy
creature By night frequents my house. I am a man That from
first have been inclin'd to thrift;
Well; what further?
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
The man is honest.
my daughter. Tim.
Does she love him? Old Ath. She is
Tim. [TO LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid?
How shall she be endow'd,
all. Tim. 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 Ath.
Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my
promise. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you !
[Exeunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian.