The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Poet._ Ay, that's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,[1602]
Which manifold record not matches? See,[1603][1604] 5
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power[1604]
Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.[1605]
_Pain._ I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.
_Mer._ O, 'tis a worthy lord!
_Jew._ Nay, that's most fix'd.
_Mer._ A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,[1606] 10
To an untirable and continuate goodness:[1607]
He passes.[1607][1608]
_Jew._ I have a jewel here--[1609]
_Mer._ O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?[1610]
_Jew._ If he will touch the estimate: but, for that-- 15
_Poet._ [_Reciting to himself_] 'When we for recompense have
praised the vile,[1611]
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.'
_Mer._ [_Looking on the jewel_] 'Tis a good form.[1612]
_Jew._ And rich: here is a water, look ye.[1613] 20
_Pain._ You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication[1614][1615]
To the great lord.[1614][1616]
_Poet._ A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes[1617]
From whence 'tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame[1618] 25
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies[1619]
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?[1619][1620][1621]
_Pain._ A picture, sir. When comes your book forth?[1621][1622]
_Poet._ Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.[1621]
Let's see your piece.[1621] 30
_Pain._ 'Tis a good piece.[1621][1623]
_Poet._ So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.[1624]
_Pain._ Indifferent.
_Poet._ Admirable: how this grace[1625]
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power[1625]
This eye shoots forth! how big imagination 35
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret.
_Pain._ It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Here is a touch; is't good?
_Poet._ I will say of it,[1626]
It tutors nature: artificial strife 40
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.[1627]
_Enter certain_ Senators, _and pass over_.
_Pain._ How this lord is follow'd![1628]
_Poet._ The senators of Athens: happy man![1629]
_Pain._ Look, moe![1630]
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