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1 Sen. Worthy Timon
Tim. Of none but such as you,

and
you

of Timon.
2 Sen. The senators of Albens greet thee, Timon.

Tim. I thank them, and would send them back the plague, Could I but catch it for them.

1 Sen, O, forget
What we are sorry for our selves, 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, grofs ;
And now the publick body (which doth seldom
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 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
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 senators.

i Sen. Therefore so please thee to return with us,
And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
The captainship: thou shalt be met with thanks,
Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name
Live with authority: soon we shall drive back
Of Alcibiades th' approaches wild,
Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
His country's peace.

2 Sen. And shakes his threatning sword Against the walls of Athens.

I Sen. Therefore, Timon
Tim. Well, Sir, I will; therefore I will, Sir, thus —

If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
That Timon cares not. If he fack fair Athens,
And take our goodly aged men by th' beards,
Giving our holy virgins to the stain
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brainod 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 him take't at worst; for their knives care not,
While you have throats to answer. For my self,
There's not a whittle in th’ unruly camp,
But I do prize it in my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Atbens. 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!

1 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. . 1 Sen. That's well fpoke, Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen. I Sen. These words become your lips, as they pass thro'

them.
2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphera
In their applauding gates.

Tim. Commend me to them,
And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs,
Their fears of hoftile strokes, their aches, losses,
Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
That nature's fragile vessel doth fustain
In life's uncertain voyage, I will do

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Some kindness to them, teach them to prevent
Wild Alcibiades' wrath.

2 Sen. 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 amfiction, 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 flood;
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 four 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 hath 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 our dread peril. I Sen. It requires swift foot.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Walls of Athens.

Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger,
I Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his files
As full as they report?

Mes. I have spoke the least.
Besides, his expedition promises
Present approach.

2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timors,

Mes. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend,
And, though in general part we were oppos’d,
Yet our old love had a particular force,
And made us speak like friends. This man was riding

From

From Acibiades to Timon's cave,
With letters of intreaty, which imported
His fellowship i'th'cause against your city
In part for his fake mov'd.

Enter the other 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, * [Exeunt.

SCENE V.
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?d 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 eafe,
And purly Insolence shall break his wind
With fear and horrid flight.

i Sen. Noble and young,
When thy first griefs were but a meer conceit,
Ere thou hadít power, or we had cause to fear;
We sent to thee, to give thy rage its balm,
... 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-ftrecht his span,
Some beast read this; there does not live a man.
Dead sure, and this his grave; what's on this tomb?
I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax;
Our captain hath in every figure skill,
An ag'd interpreter, tho' young in days :
Before proud Athens he's let down by this,
Whole fall the mark of his ambition is,

[Exit. SCENE, &C

To

To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
Above its quantity.

2 Sen. So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love
By humble message, and by promis'd ʼmends :
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
You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such
That these great tow'rs, trophies, and schools should fall
For private faults in them.

i Sen. Nor are they living
Who were the motives that you first went out :
Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess
Hath broke their hearts. March on, oh noble Lord,
Into our city with thy banners spread ;
By decimation and a tithed death,
(If thy revenges hunger for that food
Which nature loaths) take thou the destin'd tenth *

I Sen. We all have not offended :
For those that were, it is not square to take,
On those that are, revenge : crimes, like to lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage ;
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin
Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
With those that have offended; like a shepherd,
Approach the fold, and cull th’ infected forth,
But kill not all together.

2 Sen. What thou wilt
Thou rather shall enforce it with thy smile,
Than hew to't with thy sword,

1 Sen. See but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope :
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say thou'lt enter friendly.

take thou the destin'd tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the ipotted,

i Son. We all have, &c.

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