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Etched by M. Monzies, from the original Designs of M. Pille.
The Life of Tymon of Athens. Act IV., Sc. III.
The Tragedie of Julius Cæsar. Act III., Sc. I.
To face Title
The Tragedie of Macbeth.
Act IV., Sc. I. .
The Tragedie of Hamlet. Act V., Sc. I.
THE LIFE OF
Actus Primus. Scana Prima.
Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Mercer, at severall
Ood day Sir.
Pain. I am glad y'are well.
Poet. I have 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
I know the Merchant.
Pain. I know them both: th'others a Jeweller.
Nay that's most fixt. Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were, To an untyreable and continuate goodnesse :
Jew. I have a Jewell heere.
Mer. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?
It staines the glory in that happy Verse,
Which aptly sings the good.
"Tis a good forme.
Jewel. 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 uses
From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th Flint
Pain. A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth?
Let's see your peece.
Poet. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent.
Admirable: How this grace Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination Moves in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture, One might interpret.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life: Heere is a touch: Is't good?
I will say of it,
It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife
Lives in these touches, livelier then life.
Enter certaine Senators.
Pain. How this Lord is followed.
Poet. The Senators of Athens, happy men.
Pain. Looke moe.
Po. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors,
I have in this rough worke, shap'd out a man