You see how all conditions, how all minds,
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flatterer:
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor hiinself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.
Pain.

I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thrond:

The base o'the mount Is rank'd with all deserts,3 all kind 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.

'Tis conceiv'd to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well express'd In our condition. Poet.

Nay, sir, but hear me on:

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glass-fac'd flatterer-) That shows in his look, as by reflection, the looks of his patron. JOHNSON.

rank’d with all deserts,] Cover'd with ranks of all kinds of men.

JOHNSON. 4 To propagate their states:) . To advance or improve their various conditions of life. JOHNSON.

-conceiv'd to scope.] Properly imagined, appositely, to the purpose. JOHNSON,

• In our condition.] Condition for art.

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All those which were his fellows but of late,
(Some better than his value,) on the moment
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
Make sacred even his stirrop, and through him
Drink the free air.8
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 knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Pain. 'Tis common: A thousand moral paintings I can show, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words. Yet you

do well, To show lord Timon, that mean eyes' have seen The foot above the head,

Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended; the Ser

vant of VENTIDIUs talking with him. Tim.

Iinprison'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 to him,

* Rain sacrificial whisperings — ] i. e. whisperings of officious servility, the incense of the worshipping parasite to the patron as to a god.

through him Drink the free air.] That is, breathe only with his permission. 9 A thousand moral paintings I can show,] Shakspeare seems to intend in this dialogue to express sonie competition between the two great arts of imitation. Whatever the poet declares himself to have shown, the painter thinks he could have shown bettek,

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Periods his comfort.
Tim.

Noble Ventidius! Well;
I am not of that feather, to shake off
My friend when he must need me. I do know him
A gentleman, that well deserves a help,
Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him.

Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him.
Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ran-

some;
And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me:-
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after.-Fare you

well. Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour!? [Exit.

Enter an old Athenian.
Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Tin.

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 inclin'd toʻthrift;
And my estate deserves an heir more rais’d,
Than one which holds a trencher.
Tim.

Well; what further
Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,

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your honour!] The common address to a lord in our author's time, was your honour, which was indifferently used with your lordship.

On whom I may confer what I have got:
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I pr’ythee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Myself have spoke in vain.
Tim.

The man is honest.
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:3
His honesty rewards him in itself,
It must not bear my daughter.
Tim.

Does she love him?
Old Ath. She is
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
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 iny 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,

young, and

and apt:

all.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath servd me long; To build his fortune, I will strain a little, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, 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. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your

lordship! Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Go not away.—What have you there, my friend?

Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.
Tim.

Painting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man;
For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature,
He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are
Even such as they give out. I like

I like your work;
And

you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Till you

hear further from me. Pain.

The gods preserve you! Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen; Give me your

hand;
We must needs dine together. -Sir, your jewel
Hath suffer'd under praise.
Jew.

What, my lord? dispraise !
Tim. A meer satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extoll’d,
It would unclew me quite."
Jew,

My lord, 'tis rated As those, which sell, would give: But you well know, Things of like value, differing in the owners,

Nerer may
That state or fortune fall into my keeping,

Which is not ow'd to you !) The meaning is, let me never henceforth consider any thing that I possess, but as owed or due to you; held for your service, and at your disposal. JOHNSON.

unclew me quite.] To unclew is to unwind a ball of thread: To unclew a man, is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes.

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