Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Banditti, and Attendants. SCENE-Athens, and the woods adjoining. TIMON OF ATHENS. ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. A hall in TIMON's house. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors. Poet. Good day, sir. Pain. I am glad you're well. Poet. I have not seen you long: how goes the world? Ay, that's well known: Poet. Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. O, pray, let's see 't: for the Lord Timon, sir? Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for that Poet [reciting to himself]. "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 ye. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint Pain. A picture, sir.-When comes your book forth? Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Poet. Admirable: how this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Poet. I will say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Pain. How this lord is follow'd! Poet. The senators of Athens:-happy man! (2) Pain. Look, more! Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment: my free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold; Pain. How shall I understand you? |