Mer. O, pray, let's see 't: for the Lord Timon, Jew. If he will touch the estimate: but, for Poet. [Reciting to himself] '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. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look ye. 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 '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 chafes. Pain. A picture, sir. forth ? What have you there? When comes your book Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece. Pain. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Poet. 20 Admirable: how this grace 30 Speaks his own standing! what a mental power The 30. how this grace, etc. poet speaks with the preciosity -of art - coteries. He possibly How vividly the grace 'means: of the portrait expresses that of the man himself, on which it is founded.' One might interpret. Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch; is 't good? Poet. It tutors nature: artificial strife I will say of it, Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Pain. How this lord is follow'd! Poet. The senators of Athens: happy man! Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, Pain. How shall I understand you? Poet. I will unbolt to you. 44. beneath, under. 45. my free drift, etc., my spontaneous tribute is not a straggling isolated current of opinion, but moves in consort with a tide of literary eulogy.The poet's affected jargon is obscure to his hearer, as the painter's question shows. Its interpretation is not free from VOL. X 40 50 doubt. Ingleby and Littledale take sea of wax' to mean a flood-tide ('he waxed like a sea,' Cor. ii. 2. 103); I cannot believe this. 'A sea of wax' would be as natural an expression in the days of tablets as a sea of ink in ours. 161 47. levell'd, intended. M Subdues and properties to his love and tendance Pain. I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be throned: the base o' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Pain. 'Tis conceived to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Bowing his head against the steepy mount 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 72. to scope, to the purpose. бо 70 80 Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants Not one accompanying his declining foot. A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well Trumpets sound. Enter LORD TIMON, addressing himself courteously to every suitor; a Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him; LUCILIUS and other servants following. Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you? Mess. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt, His means most short, his creditors most strait : To those have shut him up; which failing, Tim. 90 Noble Ventidius! Well; 100 I do know I am not of that feather to shake off him A gentleman that well deserves a help: Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him. Mess. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ransom; 99. Periods, cuts short. And being enfranchised, bid him come to me: Enter an old Athenian. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. [Exit. Freely, good father. 110 Tim. Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no? 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, Tim. Well; what further ? 120 Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin On whom I may confer what I have got: This man of thine Attempts her love: I prithee, noble lord, The man is honest. Tim. 129. Therefore he will be, Timon. The line has been suspected; but Coleridge's explanation is probably correct, -he is honest for the sake of being honest, not in hope of some other reward, as e.g. in this case to win a wife. |