Page 3085 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Nay, that’s most fix’d.

MERCHANT
A most incomparable man, breath’d, as it were, [10]
To an untirable and continuate goodness.
He passes.

JEWELLER
I have a jewel here −

MERCHANT
O pray, let’s see ’t. For the Lord Timon, sir?

JEWELLER
If he will touch the estimate. But for that −

POET
[aside to Painter] When we for recompense have prais’d the vild, [15]
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.

MERCHANT
[looking at the jewel] ’Tis a good form.

JEWELLER

And rich. Here is a water, look ye.

PAINTER

You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication
To the great lord.

POET
A thing slipp’d idly from me. [20]
Our poesy is as a gum which oozes
From whence ’tis nourish’d; the fire i’ th’flint

Shows not till it be struck: our gentle flame
Provokes itself, and like the current flies