Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise.[1678]
Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
That state or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you![1679]
[Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian.[1680]
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship![1681]155
Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
Go not away. What have you there, my friend?
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your lordship to accept.[1682]
Tim. Painting is welcome.
The painting is almost the natural man;[1683] 160
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are[1684]
Even such as they give out. I like your work,
And you shall find I like it: wait attendance
Till you hear further from me.
Pain. The gods preserve ye![1685] 165
Tim. Well fare you, gentleman: give me your hand;[1686]
We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
Hath suffer'd under praise.
Jew. What, my lord! dispraise?[1687]