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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, Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign’d 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?
Pain. 'Tis common :
Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the
Servant of VENTIDIUŞ talking with him.
Imprison'd is he, say you?
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.
Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Freely, good father.
fore thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no ? - Lucilius!
Well, what further ? Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got:
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
The man is honest.
Does she love him? Old Ath. She is young,
the maid ? Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be
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.
Go not away:
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your
lordship! Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon:
What have you there, my friend?
Painting is welcome.
hear further from me. Pain.
The gods preserve you. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your We must needs dine together.- Sir, your jewel Hath suffer'd under
What, my lord ? dispraise ? Tim. A meer satiety of commendations. If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll’d, It would unclew' me quite. Jew.
My lord, 'tis rated As those, which sell, would give : But you well
know, Things of like value, differing in the owners, Are prized by their masters ; believe't, dear lord, You mend the jewel by wearing it. Tim.
Well mock’d. Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common
tongue, Which all men speak with him.
Tim. Look, who comes here? Will you be chid ?
spare none. 9 Ruin.