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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,

seroants to Timon's creditors.
Two Servants of Varro, and the Seroant of Isidore;

two of Timon's creditors.
Cupid, and Maskers. Three Strangers.
Poet, Painter, Jeweller, und Merchant.
An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.




mistresses to Alcibiades.

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves,

and Attendants.

Scene, Athens; and the Woods adjoining.



SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and

others, at several doors.

Good day, sir.

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!

Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd*, as it


Inured by constant practice.

To an untirable and continuate* goodness:
He passes t.

I have a jewel here.
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 hade prais'd the

It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.

'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 dedi.

cation 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 fint Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current, fies Each bound it chafes. What have you there? Puin. A picture, sir.--And when comes your book

Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment t, sir.
Let's see your piece.

'Tis a good piece.
Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent.
Pain. Indifferent.

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 ?

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# For continual.
+ i. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.
* As soon as my book has been presented to Timon.


I'll say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strife*
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd !
Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men !
Puin. Look, more!
Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of

I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly t, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no leveli'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But Aies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no track behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?

I'll upbolt to you.
You see how all conditions, how all minds
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
Of grave and austere quality), tender down
Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd fat-

To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.

I saw them speak together.

i. e. The contest of art with nature.

+ My design does not stop at any particular character.

Open, explain.

One who shows by reflection the looks of his pa. tron.

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