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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 are well. Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the world? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Poet.
Ay, that's well known :
Pain. I know them both : t'other's a jeweller.
Nay, that's most fix'd.
Jew. I have a jewel here.
Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for thal
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which uptly sings the good. Mer.
'Tis a good form.
[Looking at the Jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you.
Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dediTo the great lord.
A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the flint Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes. What have you there? [forth?
Pain. A picture, sir.–And when comes your book
Poet Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
"Tis a good piece.
Admirable: How this grace
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
I'll say of it,
Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
In a wide sea of wax: no levell’d malice
Pain. How shall I understand you?
I'll unbolt to you
7 them speak together.
'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
Nay, sir, but hear me on:
Ay, marry, what of these?
Pain. 'Tis common :
Imprison’d is he, say you? · Ven. Serv. Ay, any good lord: five talents is his debt; His means most short, his creditors most strait : Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up; which failing to him, Periods his comfort. Tim.
Noble Ventidius! Well; I am not of that feather, to shake off My friend when he must need me. I do know him A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him.
Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ransom; 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! [Erit.
Enter an old ATHENIAN. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Tim.
Freely, good father. Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Tim. I have so : What of him? Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends lie here, or no?-Lucilius!
Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lorship's service. [creature,
Old Ath. This fellow here, Jord Timon, this thy By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift: And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, Than one which holds a trencher. Tim.
Well; what further?
The man is honest.
Does she love him?
Tim. [To Lucilius) Love you the maid?
Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, all,
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath sery'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 promiso.