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He and myself
Have travail’d in the great show’r of your gifts,
And sweetly felt it.

TIMON
Ay, you are honest men.

PAINTER
We are hither come to offer you our service. [70]

TIMON
Most honest men! Why, how shall I requite you?

Can you eat roots and drink cold water, no?

BOTH
What we can do, we’ll do, to do you service.

TIMON
Y’are honest men. Y’have heard that I have gold;
I am sure you have; speak truth, y’are honest men. [75]

PAINTER
So it is said, my noble lord; but therefore

Came not my friend nor I.

TIMON
Good honest men! Thou draw’st a counterfeit
Best in all Athens: th’ art indeed the best;
Thou counterfeit’st most lively.

PAINTER
So, so, my lord. [80]

TIMON
E’en so, sir, as I say. And, for thy fiction,

Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth
That thou art even natural in thine art.