LUCIUS, PERSONS REPRESENTED. TIMON, a noble Athenian. LUCULLUS, SEMPRONIUS, VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends. FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon. FLAMINUS, LUCILIUS, Timon's Servants. HORTENSIUS, Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of Isidore; two of Timon's Creditors. CUPID and Maskers. Three Strangers. PHRYNIA, TIMANDRA, } Mistresses to Alcibiades. Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, 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 Poet. OOD day, sir. Pain. Poet. I am glad you are well. Poet. I have not seen you long. How goes the world? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Ay, that's well known; But what particular rarity? what strange, Which manifold record not matches? See! Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. I know them both; the other's a jeweller. Mer. Oh, 'tis a worthy lord! Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness. He passes. Jew. I have a jewel here. 194 Mer. Oh! pray let's see't.-For the Lord Timon, sir? Jew. If he will touch the estimate; but, for that... Poet. 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. Jew. And rich. [Looking at the Jewel. Here is a water, look ye. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in cation To the great lord. Poet. some work, some dedi A thing slipp'd idly from me. 1 Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis; this comes off well and excellent. 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. Here is a touch; is't good? 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 men! Pain. Look, more! Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. |