Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Poet. I know the Merchant.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. I know them both: th'others a Ieweller.
Mer. Mer.
Mer. O 'tis a worthy Lord.
Iew. Iew.
Iew. Nay that's most fixt.
Mer. A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,
Mer. To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse:
Mer. He passes.
Iew. I haue a Iewell heere.
Mer. O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?
Iewel. Iewel.
Iewel. If he will touch the estimate. But for that—
Poet. Poet.
Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,
Poet. It staines the glory in that happy Verse,