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PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.

TIMON, a noble Athenian.

LUCIUS,

LUCULLUS,

SEMPRONIUS,

Lords, and Flatterers of TIMON.

VENTIDIUS, one of TIMON's false friends.

APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher.

ALCIBIADES, an Athenian general.

FLAVIUS, steward to TIMON.

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HORTENSIUS,

Two servants of Varro, and the servant of Isidore; two of
TIMON's Creditors.

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

PHRYNIA,

TIMANDRA,

Mistresses to ALCIBIADES.

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

Attendants.

SCENE, Athens; and the woods adjoining.

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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 are well.

Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the world? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.

VOL. XVI.

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 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 goodness:

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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. '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 dedica

tion

To the great lord.

Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me.

Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

From whence 'tis nourish'd: The fire i'the flint

Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chases. 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.

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