Page. I shall not sleep in my action, sir, if your line have so much life as to provoke a laughter. I shall not strangle the height of your conceit with a dull gesture; nor weaken the weight of your plot with too flat or unbecoming a deportment.
Tim. Thou promisest fairly; go on.
Tril. And so does Timon too, or his judgment fails him. Well, I will accost him.—Health to our stock of stoical wit, ingenious Timon! Come, sir, what brave dramatic piece has your running Mercury now upon the loom? The title of your new play, sir?
Tim. Every post may sufficiently inform you; nay, the fame of the city cannot choose but echo it to you, so much is expected. Neither shall you discover a mouse peeping out of a mountain, believe it.
Nulla fides spectanda feris, nec gratia victis.
Tril. No, nor a monkey dancing his tricotee on a rope, for want of strong lines from the poet's pen.
Corpora distendunt versibus affanda nefandis.
Tim. You are i' th' right on't, Trillo. These pigmies of mine shall not play the egregious puppies in deluding an ignorant rabble with the sad presentment of a roasted savage.
Tempora sunt Cuculi gratissima labilis anni;