Timon of Athens
William Shakespeare
MP3 CD
(IDB Productions, Jan. 1, 2019)
Timon of Athens Enter Poet, Painter, Ieweller, Merchant, and Mercer, at seuerall doores. Poet. Good day Sir Pain. I am glad y'are well Poet. I haue not seene you long, how goes the World? Pain. It weares sir, as it growes Poet. I that's well knowne: But what particular Rarity? What strange, Which manifold record not matches: see Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend. I know the Merchant Pain. I know them both: th' others a Ieweller Mer. O 'tis a worthy Lord Iew. Nay that's most fixt Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were, To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse: He passes Iew. I haue a Iewell heere Mer. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir? Iewel. If he will touch the estimate. But for that- Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild, It staines the glory in that happy Verse, Which aptly sings the good Mer. 'Tis a good forme Iewel. And rich: heere is a Water looke ye Pain. You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedication to the great Lord Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me. Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th' Flint Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases. What haue you there? Pain. A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth? Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir. Let's see your peece