Poet Good day, sir.Painter I am glad you're well.Poet I have not seen you long: how goes the world?Painter It wears, sir, as it grows.Poet Ay, that's well known: But what particular rarity? what strange, Which manifold record not matches? See, Magic of bounty all these spirits thy powerHath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.Painter I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.Merchant O, 'tis a worthy lord.Jeweller Nay, that's most fix'd.Merchant A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness: He passes.Jeweller: I have a jewel here-Merchant O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?Jeweller: If he will touch the estimate: but, for that-Poet Reciting to himself] 'When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good.'Merchant 'Tis a good form.Looking at the jewel Jeweller And rich: here is a water, look ye.Painter You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedicationTo the great lord.Poet A thing slipp'd idly from me.Our poesy is as a gum, which oozesFrom whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flintShows not till it be struck; our gentle flameProvokes itself and like the current fliesEach bound it chafes. What have you there?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 graceSpeaks his own standing what a mental powerThis eye shoots forth how big imaginationMoves in this lip to the dumbness of the gestureOne might interpret.Painter It is a pretty mocking of the life.Here is a touch; is't good?Poet I will say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strifeLives in these touches, livelier than life. Enter certain Senators, and pass over]Painter How this lord is follow'd Poet The senators of Athens: happy man Painter Look, more Poet You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment: my free drift 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.Painter How shall I understan
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