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Enter Timon out of bis Cave.
Tim. Thou Sun that comfort'st, burn! speak
and be hang'd;
For each true word a blister, and each false
Be cauterizing to the root o'th' tongue,
Consuming it with speaking!
I Sen. Worthy Timon
Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.
Tim. I thank them; and would send them back the plague, Could I but catch it for them.
i Sen. O, forget
What we are sorry for our felves, in thee :
The senators, with one consent of love,
Intreat thee back to Athens ; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lye
For thy best use and wearing.
2 Sen. They confess
Tow'rd thee forgetfulness, too general, gross ;
? (And now the publick body (which doch feldom
Play the recanter) feeling in it self
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own & fault,' restraining aid to Timon ;
And sends forth us to make their 9 'sorrow's' tender,
Together with a recompence more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ay, ev'n such heaps and sums of love and wealth,
As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the figures of their love,
Ever to read them thine.
Tim. You witch me in it,
Surprize me to the very brink of tears:
Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes,
And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy fenators.
i Sen. Therefore so please thee to return with us, And of our Albens, thine and ours, to take
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The captainship: thou shalt be met with thanks,
"Allow'd' with abfolute power, and thy good name
Live with authority : foon we shall drive back
Of Alcibiades th' approaches wild,
Who, like a boar too favage, doth root up
His country's peace.
2 Sen. And shakes his threatning sword Against the walls of Albens.
i Sen. Therefore, Timon
Tim. Well, Sir, I will; therefore I will, Sir, thus If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let álcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. If he lack fair Athens, And take our goodiy aged men by th' beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war ; Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it, In pity of our aged, and our youth, I cannot chuse but tell him, that I care not. And let them take't at worst; for their knives care not, While you have throats to answer. For my felf, There's not a whittle in th' unruly camp, But I do prize it? 'in'ny love, before The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you To the protection of the prosp'rous Gods, As thieves to keepers.
Flav. Stay not, all's in vain.
Tim. 'Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
It will be seen to-morrow. My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still ;
Be Alcibiades your plague ; you his;
And last so long enough!
I Sen. We speak in vain.
Tim. But yet I love my country, and am not
One that rejoices in the common wreck,
As common bruit doth put it.
Hallow'd. old edit. Warb, emend.
i Sen. That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen. [them. i Sen. These words become your lips, as they pass thro'
2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphers In their applauding gates.
Tim. Commend me to them,
And cell them, that to ease them of their griefs,
Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
In life's uncertain voyage, I will do
Some kindness to them, teach them to prevent
Wild Alcibiades' wrath.
2 Sen. 3 I like this well."
Tim. I have a tree which grows here in my close,
That mine own use invites me to cut down,
And shortly must I fell it. Tell my friends,
Tell Athens in the frequence of degree,
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affiction, let him take his hafte,
Come hither ere my tree hath felt the ax,
And hang himself. - I pray you, do my greeting,
Flav. Vex him no further, thus you still shall find him,
Tim. Come not to me again, but say to Athens,
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the falt food;
Which once a-day with his embossed froth
The turbulent surge shall cover: Thither come,
And let my grave-stone be your Oracle.
Lips, let lour words go by, and language end:
What is amiss, plague and infection mend !
Graves only be mens works, and death their gain!
Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hach done his reign.
[Exit Timon. i Sen. His discontents are coupled to his nature.
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead ; let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us
In 3 I like this well, he will return again,
In our +/dread peril.
i Sen. It requires swift foot.
The Walls of Athens.
Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger.
Hou haft painfully discover'd; are his files
Mes. I have spoke the least,
Besides, his expedition promises
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.
Mes. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend, And, though in general part we were oppos’d, Yet our old love s'had a particular force, And made us speak like friends. This man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of intreaty, which imported His fellowship i'th'cause against your city for his fake mov'd.
Enter tbe otber Senators. I Sen. Here come our brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. The enemies drum is heard, and fearful scouring Doth choak the air with duft. In, and prepare, Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare, a [Exeunt.
SCENE (a) our foes the snare.
[Exeunt. Enter a soldier in the Woods, seeking Timon. Sol. By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho No answer ? -_What is this? Timon is dead, who hath out-ftretcht his span, Some beast read this ; there does not live a man. Dead sure, and this his grave; what's on this tomb?
Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with his powers.
Alc. Sound to this coward and lascivious town
Our terrible approach.
[Sound a parley. The Senators appear upon the walls.
'Till now you have gone on, and fill the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice. 'Till now my self, and such
As Nept within the shadow of your power,
Have wander'd with our traverft arms and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
When'crouching marrow in the bearer strong
Cries, of it felf, No more : now breathless wrong
Shall fit and pant in your great chairs of ease,
And pursy insolence shall break his wind
With fear and horrid Right.
Sen Noble and young,
When thy first griefs were but a meer conceit,
Ere thou hadft power, or we had cause to fear ;
We sent to thee, to give thy rage its' balm,
To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
Above ?'its' quantity.
2 Sen. So did we woo
Trasformed Timon to our city's love
By humble message, and by promis'd ''mends :
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
The common stroke of war.
i Sen. These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands, from whom
I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax ;
Our captain hath in every figure skill,
An agà interpreter, thor young in days :
Before proud Arbens he's set down by this,
Whose fall the mark of his ambition is,
(Exit SCENE, EC
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