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SCENE, a Hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweler, Merchant, and
Mercer, at several Doors..
(1) Eoch borond it chases.-) How cholesThe flood, in-
The murmuring surge,
The troubled Tiber, chifing with his fhøres.
Enter certain Senators.
Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet. I'll unbolt to you. You see how all conditions, how all minds, As well of glib and flipp'ry natures as Of grave and austere quality, tender down i Their service to Lord Timon: his large fortune, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance, All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-faced flat
terer To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than'to abhor himself; even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod. · Pain. I saw them speak together.
Poet. I have upon a high and pleasant hill
(2) Happy men!] Thus the printed copies; but I cannot think the Poet meant that the fenators were happy in being admitted to Timon; their quality might command that; but that Timon was happy in being followed and carefled by those of their rank and dignity.