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      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.

      PAINTER.

      I am glad you’re well.

      POET.

      I have not seen you long. How goes the world?

      PAINTER.

      It wears, sir, as it grows.

      POET.

      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.

      PAINTER.

      I know them both; th’ other’s a jeweller.

      MERCHANT.

      O, ’tis a worthy lord!

      JEWELLER.

      Nay, that’s most fix’d.

      MERCHANT.

      A most incomparable man; breath’d, as it were,

      To an untirable and continuate goodness.

      He passes.

      JEWELLER.

      I have a jewel here–

      MERCHANT.

      O, pray let’s see’t: for the Lord Timon, sir?

      JEWELLER.

      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.

      MERCHANT. [Looking at the jewel.]

      'Tis a good form.

      JEWELLER.

      And rich: here is a water, look ye.

      PAINTER.

      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 nourish’d: 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?

      PAINTER.

      A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?

      POET.

      Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.

      Let’s see your piece.

      PAINTER.

      'Tis a good piece.

      POET.

      So ‘tis: this comes off well and excellent.

      PAINTER.

      Indifferent.

      POET.

      Admirable! How this grace

      Speaks his own standing! what a mental

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