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Iueullue, } Lords, and flatterers of Timnon.
Timon, a noble Athenian.
Isidore; two of Timon's Creditors.
Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,
Thieves, and Attendants.
SCENE, Athens; and the Woods adjoining.
TIM ON OF
OF A THENS.
ACT I. SCE N E I.
Athens. A Hall in Timon's House,
Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and
Others, at several doors,
world? Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
Poet. Ay, that's well known :
Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd,
Jew. I have a jewel here.
that Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd
Looking on the jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some
dedication To the great lord.
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis Dourished: The fire i'the flint Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame I'rovnkes ilsclf, 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. Admirable: How this grace
shoots forth! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumhness of the gesture One might interpret.
Po It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch ; Is’t good ?
Poet. I'll say of it,