Page 3087 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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How this lord is followed!
POET
The senators of Athens, happy men. [40]
PAINTER
Look, moe!
POET
You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.
I have in this rough work shap’d out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment. My free drift [45]
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levell’d malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind. [50]
PAINTER
How shall I understand you?
POET
I will unbolt to you.
You see how all conditions, how all minds,
As well of glib and slipp’ry creatures as
Of grave and austere quality, tender down [55]
Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac’d flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loves better [60]
Than to abhor himself − even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon’s nod.
PAINTER
