Page 3093 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I thank you; you shall hear from me anon.
Go not away. What have you there, my friend?

PAINTER
A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.

TIMON
Painting is welcome.

The painting is almost the natural man: [160]
For since dishonour traffics with man’s nature,
He is but out-side; these pencill’d figures are
Even such as they give out. I like your work,

And you shall find I like it. Wait attendance
Till you hear further from me.

PAINTER
The gods preserve ye! [165]

TIMON
Well fare you, gentleman. Give me your hand;
We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel

Hath suffer’d under praise.

JEWELLER
What, my lord, dispraise?

TIMON
A mere satiety of commendations.
If I should pay you for ’t as ’tis extoll’d, [170]
It would unclew me quite.

JEWELLER

My lord, ’tis rated
As those which sell would give; but you well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,
Are prized by their masters. Believe ’t, dear lord,