Speeches (Lines) for Merchant in "The Tragedy of Timon of Athens"

Painter. I know them both; th' other's a jeweller.

Merchant. O, 'tis a worthy lord.

Jeweller. Nay, that's most fix'd.

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

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

Merchant. O, pray, let's see't: for the Lord Timon, sir?

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

Merchant. 'Tis a good form.

Timon. Well mock'd.

Merchant. No, my good lord; he speaks the common tongue,
Which all men speak with him.

Timon. Look, who comes here: will you be chid?

Merchant. He'll spare none.

Apemantus. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
Art not thou a merchant?

Merchant. Ay, Apemantus.

Apemantus. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not!

Merchant. If traffic do it, the gods do it.