HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY

FROM THE BEQUEST OF EVERT JANSEN WENDELL

1918

TIMON OF ATHENS.

VOL, VIII.

B

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 scrvants.
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, und Maskers. Three Strangers. Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant. An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.

Timandra, } mistresses to Alcibiades.

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, and Attendants.

Scene, Athens ; and the Woods adjoining.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

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.
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 f goodness :
He passes I.

Jew. I have a jewel here.
Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon,

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 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 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 strifet
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!
Pain. Look, more!