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<TITLE THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS.>
<SN ACTUS PRIMUS. SCOENA PRIMA.>
<SSD ENTER POET, PAINTER,JEWELLER,MERCHANT AND MERCER, AT
SEVERALL DOORES.>
<Q POET> GOOD DAY SIR.
<Q PAIN.> I AM GLAD Y'ARE WELL.
<Q POET.> I HAUE NOT SEENE YOU LONG, HOW GOES THE WORLD?
<Q PAIN.> IT WEARES SIR, AS IT GROWES.
<Q 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.
<Q PAIN.> I KNOW THEM BOTH: TH'OTHERS A IEWELLER.
<Q MER.> O, TIS A WORTHY LORD.
<Q IEW.> NAY THAT'S MOST FIXT.
<Q MER.> A MOST INCOMPARABLE MAN, BREATH'D AS IT WERE,
TO AN VNTYREABLE AND CONTINUATE GOODNESSE:
HE PASSES.
<Q IEW.> I HAUE A IEWELL HEERE.
<Q MER.> O PRAY LET'S SEE'T. FOR THE LORD TIMON, SIR?
<Q IEWEL.> IF HE WILL TOUCH THE ESTIMATE. BUT FOR THAT -
<Q POET.> WHEN WE FOR RECOMPENCE HAUE PRAIS'D THE VILD,
IT STAINES THE GLORY IN THAT HAPPY VERSE,
WHICH APTLY SINGS THE GOOD. . . .
