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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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Timon, a noble Athenian.
Lucius,
LUCULLUS, lords, and flatterers of Timon.
SEMPRONIUS,
VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false friends.
APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher.
ALCIBIADES, an Athenian general.
FLAVIUS, steward to Timon.
FLAMINIUS,
LUCILIUS,

Timon's servants.
SERVILIUS,
CAPHIS,
PHILOTUS,
TITUS,

servants to Timon's creditors.
Lucius,
HORTENSIUS,
Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of Isidore;

two of Timon's creditors. Cupid and Maskers. Three Strangers. Poet, Painter, Jeweller and Merchant. An old ATHENIAN. A Page. A Fool. Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves,

and Attendants.

Scene, Athens'; and the Woods adjoining.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

ACT THE FIRST.

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 :
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magick of bounty! all these spirits thy power
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.

Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.
Mer. O, '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.

Inured by constant practice. • 2 Continual.
3 i. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.

Mer. O, 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.

[Looking at the Jewel, Jew. And rich : here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de

dication To the great lord. Poet.

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? 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. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. Pain. Indifferent. 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'll say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strifes
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

+ As soon as my book has been presented to Timon.

sie. The contest of art with nature.

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