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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 're 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, Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. I know them both ; th' other's a jeweller. Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord.
Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.
Mer. A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, To an untirable and continúate 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 that— Poet, {reciting to him self.'When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good.' Mer. 'Tis a good form.
\ looking at the jewel.
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