TIMON OF ATHENS. ACT I. SCENE I. A Hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Mercer, G GOOD day, fir. РОЕТ. Pain. I am glad ye are well. Poet. I have not feen you long; how goes the world? Poet. Ay, that's well known: But what particular rarity? what fo ftrange, Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A moft incomparable man; breath'd, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness. Few. I have a jewel here. Mer. O, pray, let's fee't. For the lord Timon, fir? Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but for that Poet. When we for recompence have prais'd the vile, It ftains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly fings the good. [repeating to himself. Mer. 'Tis a good form. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look ye. [looking on the jewel. Pain. You're rapt, fir, in some work, fome dedication To the great lord. Poet. A thing flip'd idly from me. Our poefy is as a gum, which iffues From whence 'tis nourished. The fire i'th'flint Pain. A picture, fir. And when comes your book forth? Poet. Upon the heels of my prefentment, fir. Let's fee your piece. Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis : This comes off well and excellent. Pain. Indiff'rent. Poet. Admirable! how this grace Speaks his own ftanding! what a mental power eye Moves in this lip! to th' dumbness of the gesture Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life: Poet. I'll fay of it, It tutors nature; artificial ftrife Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Enter certain Senators. Pain. How this lord is followed! Poet. The fenators of Athens! happy man! Pain. Look, more! Poet. You fee this confluence, this great flood of vifiters. I have, in this rough work, fhap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With ampleft entertainment. My free drift Halts Halts not particularly, but moves itself Pain. How fhall I understand you? You fee, how all conditions, how all minds, Than to make himself abhorr'd; ev'n he drops down Pain. I saw them speak together. Poet. I have upon a high and pleasant hill Whom fortune with her iv'ry hand wafts to her; Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to th' fcope: This throne, this fortune, and this hill, methinks, To climb his happiness, would be well exprefs'd Poet. Nay, but hear me on: All those which were his fellows but of late, Make facred even his stirrop, and through him Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? Poet. When fortune in her shift and change of mood Pain. 'Tis common: A thousand moral paintings I can show, That shall demonftrate these quick blows of fortune SCENE II. Trumpets found. Enter Timon addreffing himself courteously to every Suitor. ? Tim. Imprifon'd is he, fay you [to a Messenger. To those have shut him up, which failing to him Tim. Noble Ventidius! well; I am not of that feather, to shake off My friend when he most needs me. I know him A gentleman that well deferves a help, Which he shall have. I'll pay the debt, and free him, Mef. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim. Commend me to him: I will fend his ransome; And, being enfrancis'd, bid him come to me: 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to fupport him after. Fare you well. Mes. All happiness to your honour! Enter an old Athenian. 0. Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Tim. Freely, good father. 0. Ath. Thou haft a fervant nam'd Lucilius. Tim. I have fo: what of him? 0. Ath. Moft noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no? — Lucilius! Enter Lucilius. Luc. Here, at your lordship's fervice. 0. Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creature By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; Tim. Well: what further? 0. Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, [Exit. B Our |