Look out, and speak to friends. The Athenians, Enter TIMON, from his cave. Tim. Thousun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, For each true word, a blister! and each false First Sen. In pity of our aged and our youth 180 I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And let him take 't at worst; for their knives care not Tim. I thank them; and would send them While you have throats to answer: for myself, back the plague, Could I but catch it for them. 152 A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Together with a recompense more fruitful And write in thee the figures of their love, Tim. First Sen. Therefore so please thee to return And of our Athens-thine and ours-to take There's not a whittle in the unruly camp But I do prize it at my love before 185 The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave Sec. Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphers In their applauding gates. Tim. do them: I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. 208 Sec. Sen. I like this well; he will return again. That mine own use invites me to cut down, Therefore, Timon,- 172 Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare: Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare. 17 [Exeunt. rude Tomb seen. Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, 216 SCENE III.-The Woods. TIMON's Cave, and a Tim. Come not to me again; but say to Athens, 224 Timon hath made his everlasting mansion 220 Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his Sec. Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us 232 It requires swift foot. [Exeunt. Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON. Sold. By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this? Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his [A parley sounded. Enter Senators, on the Walls. Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush, § Whom, though in general part we were op- Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease, pos'd, And made us speak like friends: this man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of entreaty, which imported And pursy insolence shall break his wind 12 When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, His fellowship i' the cause against your city, 12 To wipe out our ingratitude with loves First Sen. Above their quantity. Sec. Sen. 16 So did we woo Transformed Timon to our city's love By humble message and by promis'd means: 20 Third Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of We were not all unkind, nor all deserve Here come our brothers. Enter Senators from TIMON. him expect. The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring The common stroke of war. First Sen. These walls of ours 40 For those that were, it is not square to take 36 Sec. Sen. 44 First Sen. Set but thy foot Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope, So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, 48 To say thou'lt enter friendly. Sec. Sen. Throw thy glove, Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress And not as our confusion, all thy powers Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have seal'd thy full desire. 52 Alcib. Then there's my glove; Descend, and open your uncharged ports: SCENE.-During a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards, Sardis and near Philippi. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rome. A Street. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? Sec. Com. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get in great danger, I recover them. As proper men you home: Is this a holiday? What! know you not, 4 Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy What dost thou with thy best apparel on? 8 Second Com. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. 12 Sec. Com. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? 16 Sec. Com. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow! Sec. Com. Why, sir, cobble you. 20 as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork. 29 Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Sec. Com. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? 36 What tributaries follow him to Rome O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 40 |