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Poet. You see this confluence, thisgreat flood of visitors. 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, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax : no levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold; But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet. I'll unbolt to you.
grave and austere quality,) tender down
Pain, I saw them speak together,
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill,
propagate their states : amongst them all,
Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on :
Pain. Ay, marry, what of these ?
POET. When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood, Spurns down her late belov’d, all his dependants, Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. 'Tis common : A thousand moral paintings I can show, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head. Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the SERVANT of
VENTIDIUS talking with him. Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ?
VEN. SERV. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt; His means moft 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 ! [Exit.
Enter an OLD ATHENIAN. OLD Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Tim. Freely, good father. OLD Ath. Thou hast a fervant nam'd Lucilius. Tim. I have fo: What of him? OLD Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before Tim. Attends he here, or no ?-Lucilius !
Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lordship’s service.
[ture, OLD Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creaBy 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?
OLD Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,
Myself have spoke in vain.
Tim. The man is honest.
OLD Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon :
Tim. Does she love him?
Tim. [to Lucilius.] Love you the maid?
OLD Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing,
Tim. How shall she be endow'd,
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, all,
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long;
OLD ATH. Most noble lord,
Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.
Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may
[Exeunt LUCILIUS and OLD ATAENIAN. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lord
Go not away.-What have you there, my
there, my friend? Pain. A piece of painting; which I do beseech Your lordship to accept.
Tim. Painting is welcome.
your work; And
you shall find, I like it : wait attendance Till you hear further from me. Pain, The gods preserve you!
Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your hand;
Tim. A meer satiety of commendations,
Jew. My lord, 'tis rated
Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue, Which all men speak with him. Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you
be chid? Enter APEMANTUS. Jew. We will bear, with your lordship. Mer. He'll spare none. Tim. Good morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus ! Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow; When thay art Timon's dog, and these knaves honeft.