For you ferve knaves. [Exit. Var. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter? Tit. No matter, what, he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no houfe to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings. Enter Servilius. Tit. Oh, here's Servilius; now we shall have some answer. Ser. If I might befeech you, gentlemen, to repair fome other hour, I fhould derive much from it. For take it of my foul, My Lord leans wond'roufly to difcontent: His comfortable temper has forfook him, He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. And if he be fo far beyond his health, are not fick : Methinks, he should the fooner pay his debts, Ser. Good gods! Tit. We cannot take this for an answer. Flam. [within.] Servilius, help-my Lord! my Lord. Enter Timon, in a rage. Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my paffage? Have I been ever free, and must my house Be my retentive enemy, my goal? The place, which I have feafted, does it now, Luc. Put in now, Titus. Tit. My Lord, here's my bill. Luc. Here's mine. Var. And mine, my Lord. Cap. And ours, my Lord! Phi. And our bills. Tim. Knock me down with 'em--cleave me to the girdle. Luc. Alas, my Lord. Tim. Cut out my heart in fums. Tit. Mine, fifty talents. Tim. Tell out my blood. Luc. Luc. Five thousand crowns, my Lord. Tim. Five thousand drops pay that. What yours and yours? Var. My Lord Cap. My Lord Tim. Here tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you. [Exit. Hor. Faith, I perceive, our mafters may throw their caps at their money; thefe debts may be well call'd defperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Re-enter Timon and Flavius. [Exeunt. Tim. They have c'en put my breath from me, the flaves. Creditors!-devils. Tim. I'll have it fo-My fteward! Flav. Here, my Lord. Tin. So fitly!-Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius. All. I'll once more feaft the rafcals. Flav. O my Lord! You only fpeak from your diftracted foul; Tim. Be it not thy care: Go, and invite them all, let in the tide Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Senate-house. Senators, and Alcibiades. 1 Sen. MY Lord, you have my voice to't, the fault's 'Tis neceffary he should die: Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy. [bloody; 2 Sen. Moft true; the law fhall bruise 'em. Alc. Health, honour, and compaffion to the fenate! 1 Sen. Now, captain. Alc. virtues: Alc. I am an humble fuitor to your Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault; And with fuch fober and unnoted paffion 1 Sen. You undergo too ftrict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair: Your words have took fuch pains, as if they labour'd Is valour mif-begot, and came into the world The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs To bring it into danger. If wrongs be evils, and inforce us kill, Alc. My Lord, 1 Sen. You cannot make grofs fins look clear, It is not valour to revenge, but bear. Alc. My Lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I fpeak like a captain. Why do fond men expofe themselves to battle, Abroad? Abroad? why then, fure, women are more valiant, But who is man, that is not angry? 2 Sen. You breathe in vain. At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium, 1 Sen. What's that? Alc. I fay, my Lords, h'as done fair fervice, That often drowns him, and takes valour prifoner. Alc. Hard fate! he might have died in war. My honours to you, on his good returns. For For law is ftrict, and war is nothing more. 1 Sen. We are for law, he dies, urge it no more, My Lords, I do befeech you, know me. 2 Sen. How? Alc. Call me to your remembrances. 3 Sen. What! Alc. I cannot think, but your age hath forgot me; It could not elfe be, I fhould prove so base, To fue, and be deny'd fuch common grace. My wounds ake at you. 1 Sen. Do you dare our anger? 'Tis in few words, but fpacious in effect; We banish thee for ever. Alc. Banish me! Banish your dotage, banish ufury, That make the fenate ugly. 1 Sen. If, after two days fhine, Athens contains thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, (not to fwell our fpirit,) [Exeunt. Alc. Gods keep you old enough, that you may live Only in bone, that none may look on you! I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, SCENE |