Timon of Athens

Act I

Scene I

Athens. A hall in Timon’s house.

Ay, that’s well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power
Hath conjured to attend. I know the merchant.

A most incomparable man, breathed, as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness:
He passes.

Reciting to himself. “When we for recompense have praised the vile,
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.”