TIMON OF ATHENS. ACT I. SCENE I-Athens. A Hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several POET. Good day, sir. PAIN. doors. I am glad you are well. POET. I have not seen you long: How goes the world? PAIN. It wears, sir, as it grows. Ay, that's well known: POET. See, Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power JEW. Nay, that 's most fix'd. MER. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness: He passes. JEW. 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 thatPOET. "When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good." MER. 'T is 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 dedication To the great lord. POET. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 't is nourished: The fire i' the flint Each bound it chafes. What have you there? PAIN. A picture, sir.—When comes your book forth? PAIN. "T is a good piece. POET. So 't is; this comes off well and excellent. POET. Admirable: How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power PAIN. It is a pretty mocking of the life. POET. I will 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! PAIN. Look, more! POET. You see this confluence, this great 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 PAIN. How shall I understand you? I'll unbolt 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 PAIN. I saw them speak together. POET. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinds of natures, That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states: amongst them all, Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals. PAIN. "T is conceiv'd to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill methinks, To climb his happiness, would be well express'd POET. Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him 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 hands and knees, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. PAIN. "T is common: A thousand moral paintings I can show, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune's 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 most short, his creditors most strait: Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up; which failing, TIM. Noble Ventidius! Well; I am not of that feather, to shake off My friend when he must need me. I do know him Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt and free him. TIM. Commend me to him: I will send his ransom; But to support him after.—Fare you well. [Exit. Enter an old Athenian. OLD ATH. Lord Timon, hear me speak. TIM. Freely, good father. OLD ATH. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. TIM. I have so: What of him? OLD ATH. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. TIM. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius! Enter LUCILIUS. Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. OLD ATH. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclined to thrift; And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd TIM. Well; what further? OLD ATH. One only daughter have I, no kin else, The maid is fair, o' the youngest for a bride, This man of thine Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord, TIM. The man is honest. OLD ATH. Therefore he will be, Timon: His honesty rewards him in itself, It must not bear my daughter. TIM. Does she love him? and apt: OLD ATH. She is young, What levity 's in youth. TIM. [TO LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid? Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. OLD ATH. If in her marriage my consent be missing, I call the gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, And dispossess her all. TIM. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? OLD ATH. Three talents, on the present; in future, all. To build his fortune I would strain a little, For 't is a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: And make him weigh with her. OLD ATH. Most noble lord, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. TIM. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you! [Exeunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian. |