PLAYS contain'd in this Volume. TIMON of ATHENS. CORIOLAN V S. JULIUS CÆSAR ANTONT and CLEOPATRA. TITUS AND RONICVS. МАСВЕТН. AMBRARE NEW YORK Thieves, Senators, Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Mercer and Merchant; with divers fervants and attendants. SCENE Athens, and the Woods not The hint of part of this play taken from Lucian's Dialogue of TIMON of ATHENS ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Mercer, POET. OOD day, Sir. Pain. I am glad ye are well. Poet. I have not feen you long, how goes the world? Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows. Poet. Ay, that's well known. But what particular rarity? what so strange, Jew. Nay, that's most fixt. Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were To an untirable and continuate goodness. Jew. I have a jewel here. Mer. Mer. O pray let's fee't. For the lord Timon, Sir? Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but for that Poet. When we for recompence have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly fings the good. a Mer. 'Tis a good form. Jew. And rich; here is a water, look ye. [Looking on the jewel. Pain. You're rapt, Sir, in fome work, fome dedication To the great lord. Poet. A thing flipt idly from me. Our poefie is as a gum, which iffues From whence 'tis nourished. The fire i'th' flint Shews not 'till it be ftruck: our gentle flame Provokes it self, ---- and like the current flies Each bound it chases. What have you there? Pain. A picture, Sir: ----- when comes your book forth? Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, Sir. Let's fee your piece. Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis, This comes off well and excellent. Pain. Indiff'rent. Poet. Admirable! how this grace Speaks his own standing? what a mental power Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life: is't good? Poet. I'll fay of it, It tutors nature, artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Enter a Our poefie is as a gown, which uses from whence 'tis nourish'd. |