Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is slain. Hector? The gods forbid! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. - Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, I'll through and through you!-And thou, great-sized coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; [Exeunt ÆNEAS and Trojans. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PAN DARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the VOL. III.-27 performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall. [Exit. VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General. FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon. Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of Isidore, two of Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, and Attendants. SCENE. Athens, and the Woods adjoining. (420) TIMON OF ATHENS. ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. A Hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several doors. Poet. GOOD day, sir. Pain. I am glad you are well. Poet. I have not seen you long; how goes the world? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Ay, that's well known. Poet. See, Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Jew. Nay, that's most fixed. Mer. A most incomparable man; breathed, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness. He passes. Jew. I have a jewel here. Mer. O, pray, let's see't; for the lord Timon, sir? Jew. If he will touch the estimate. But for thatPoet. When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good. Mer. 'Tis a good form. [Looking at the jewel. Jew. And rich; here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. |