Page 3086 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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Each bound it chases. What have you there? [25]
PAINTER
A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?
POET
Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
Let’s see your piece.
PAINTER
’Tis a good piece.
POET
So ’tis; this comes off well and excellent.
PAINTER
Indifferent.
POET
Admirable. How this grace [30]
Speaks his own standing! What a mental power
This eye shoots forth! How big imagination
Moves in this lip! To th’ dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret.
PAINTER
It is a pretty mocking of the life. [35]
Here is a touch: is’t good?
POET
I will say of it,
It tutors nature; artificial strife
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
Enter certain Senators, who go in to Timon.
PAINTER
