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TIMON OF ATHENS.
SCENE, a Hall in Timon's Houfe.
Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweler, Merchant, and Mercer, at feveral Doors..
OOD day, Sir.
Pain. I am glad y'are well. Poet. I have not feen you long: how goes Pain. It wears, Sir, as it goes. [the world? Poet. Ay, that's well known. But what particular rarity? what fo ftrange, Which manifold record not matches? See, (Magie of Bounty!) all thefe fpirits thy power Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. I know them both; th' other's a jeweler Mer. O'tis a worthy Lord!
Jew. Nay, that's most fixed.
Mer. A moft incomparable man, breathed as it To an untirable and continuate goodnefs. He paffes
Jew. I have a jewel here.
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 praised the It flains the glory in that happy verse. Which aptly fings the good.
[Looking on the jewel.
Mer. 'Tis a good form.
Poet. A thing flipp'd idly from me.
Poet. Upon the heels of my prefentment, Sir. Let's fee your piece.
Pain. 'Tis a good piece..
Poet. So 'tis.
This comes off well and excellent.
Poet. Admirable ! how this grace
Speaks his own ftanding! what a mental power
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life: Here is a touch---is't good?
Poet. I'll fay of it,
It tutors nature; artificial ftrife
Lives in thofe touches livelier than life.
(1) Each bound it chafes.-] How chafes? The flood, indeed, beating up upon the fhore, covers a part of it, but cannot be faid to drive the fhore away. The Poet's allufion is toa wave, which, foaming and chafing on the hore, breaks, and then the water icems to the eye to retire So, in Lear:
-The murmuring furge,
That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, &c. And to in Jul Cæfar:
The troubled Tiber, chafing with his fhores.
Enter certain Senators..
Pain. How this Lord is followed!
Poet. The Senators of Athens ! happy man! (2) Pain. Look, more!
Poet. You fee this confluence, this great flood of vifitors.
I have in this rough work fhaped out a man,
Pain. How fhall I understand you?
You fee how all conditions, how all minds,
To Apemantus, that few things loves better.
Pain. I faw them fpeak together.
Poet. I have upon a high and pleasant hill
(2) Happy men!] Thus the printed copies; but I cannot think the Poet meant that the fenators were happy in being admitted to Timon; their quality might command that; but that Timon was happy in being followed and careffed by those of their rank and dignity.
Feigned Fortune to be throned. The bafe o' th'
Is ranked with all deferts, all kind of natures,
Pain. 'Tis conceived to the fcope. (3)
This throne, this fortune, and this hill, methinks,
Poet. Nay, but hear me on: All thofe which were his fellows but of late, Some better than his value, on the moment Follow his ftrides; his lobbies fill with tendance; Rain facrificial whifp'rings in his ear;
Make facred even his ftirrup; and through him. Drink the free air.
Pain. Ay, marry, what of thefe ?
(3) 'Tis conceived, to ope
This throne, this fortune, &c.] Thus all the editors hitherto have nonfenfically writ and pointed this paffage. But fure the painter would tell the poct, your conceptions, Sir, hit the very scope you aim at. This the Greeks, would have rendered, Toxonй Tuxeîs, recta ad fe pum tendis; and Cicero has thus expreffed on the like occafion, Signum oculis deftinatum feris. This fense our Author, in his Henry VIII. expreffes;
I think you've hit the mark.
And in his Julius Cefar, at the conclufion of the first act;
Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of
Spurns dotvn her late beloved, all his dependants
A thousand moral paintings I can fhew,
More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well
Trumpets found. Enter TIMON, addreffing himself courteously to every Suitor.
Tim. Imprifoned is he, fay you? [To a Meffen. Mef. Ay, my good Lord; five talents in his debt, His means molt fhort, his creditors most straight Your honourable letter he defires
To thofe have fhut 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 most needs me. I do know him A gentleman that well deferves a help,
Which he thall have. I'll pay the debt and free him. Mef, Your Lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him, I will fend his ran-
And, being enfranchifed, bid him come to me;