Pain. How shall I understand you? Poet. I'll unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all mindsAs 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 10 flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loves better 1 Comes off well, is a creditable piece of work. 2 Big, pregnant; or merely, powerful, mighty. 3 Interpret, play the interpreter. + Artificial strife, the strife of art to emulate nature. 3 Moe, more. 58 6 Halts not particularly, does not stop at any single person. 7 Levell'd, aimed at any particular person. 8 Tract, trace, track. 9 Properties, makes property of, appropriates. 10 Glass-fac'd, reflecting like a mirror the looks of his patron. Pain. [Presenting his painting] 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 traffics with man's nature, He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are Even such as they give out. I like your work; And you shall find I like it: wait attendance Till you hear further from me. Pain. The gods preserve ye! Tim. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand; We must needs dine together.-Sir, your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise. 163 Apem. Ay, to see meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. Sec. Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice. Sec. Lord. Why, Apemantus? Apem. Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none. First Lord. Hang thyself! Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend. Sec. Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence! ass. 281 Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' the [Exit. First Lord. He's opposite to humanity.Come, shall we in, And taste Lord Timon's bounty? he outgoes The very heart of kindness. Sec. Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed5 but he repays 290 First Lord. The noblest mind he carries In fortunes!-Shall we in? Long may he live I'll keep you company. [Exeunt. |