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Both. Name them, my Lord, let's know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this ;-but two in com-

pany to

me; there's

Each man apart, all single and alone,
Yet an arch villain keeps him company:
If where thou art two villains shall not be,

[To the Painter. Come not near him. If thou would'ft not reside

[To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon. Hence, pack, there's gold; ye came for gold, ye flaves ; You have work for

your payment, hence ! You are an alchymist, make gold of that: Out, rascal dogs! [Exit, beating, and driving 'em out.

SCENE Ill. Enter Flavius and two Senators. Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Timon : For he is set so only to himself, That nothing but himself which looks like man, Is friendly with him.

i Sen. Bring us to his cave.
It is our part and promise to the Athenians
To speak with Timon.

2 Sen. At all times alike
Men are not still the same ; 'twas time and griefs
That fram'd him thus. Time with his fairer hand
Offering the fortunes of his former days,
The former man may make him ; bring us to him,
And chance it as it may.

Flav. Here is his cave,
Peace and content be here, Lord Timon' Timon !
Look out, and speak to friends: th’ Athenians
By two of their most rev’rend fenate greet thee;
Speak to them, Noble Timon.

Enter Timon out of his 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 † This is an imperfe& fentence ; abi is to be fupplied thus, But ima in company spoils all.

Consuming it with speaking !

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


of Timon. 2 Sen. The Senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.

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

I Sen. O, forget
What we are sorry for ourselves, in thee :
The Senators, with one consent of love,
Intreat thee back to Athens ; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie
For thy best use and wearing.

2 Sen. They confess
Tow'rd thee forgetfulness, too general, gross;
And now the public body, (which doth seldom
Play the recanter), feeling in itself
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon;
And sends forth us to make their sorrowed 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,
Surprise 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 Athers, thine and ours, to take
The captainship: thou shalt be met with thanks,
Hallow'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 threat’ning sword Against the walls of Athens.

i Son. Therefore, Timon

T'in. Well, Sir, I will; therefore I will, Sir ; thusIf 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-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 him take't at worst; for their knives care not,


have throats to answer. For myself,
There's not a whittle in th' unruly camp,
But I do prize it in my love, before
The reverend'At throat in Athens. . So I leave you
To the proteion of the profp'rous t 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 stills
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.

I Sen. That's well spoke.
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 triumphers. In their applauding gates

Tim. Commend me to them,
And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs,
Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,

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. I like this well, he will return again.
Vol. VI.

Tin. * profp'rous, for happy. The classical epithet of the gods.

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 affliction, 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 sour 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 Timor i Sen. His discontents are unremoveably 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 dear peril. i Sen. It requires swift foot.


SCENE IV. Changes to the walls of Athens.

Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger.

Sen. Thou haft painfully discover'd; are his files As full as thy report ?

Mef. I have spoke the leaft. Besides, his expedition promises Present approach.

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

Mel. 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 Alcibiades 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 choke the air with duft.

In, and prepare ; Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare f. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. Before the walls of Aibens. 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 myself, and fuch
As slept within the Phadow of your power,
Have wander'd with our travers’d arms, and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
When crouching marrow in the bearer strong
Cries of itself, No more : now breathless wrong
Shall fit and pant in your great chairs of ease,
And pursy Infolence fhall break his wind
With fear and horrid flight.

i Sen. Noble and young,
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
Ere thou hadit power, or we had caufe to fear;
We fent to thee, to give thy rages balm,

To of ----our foes the snare

Enter a Soldier in the woods, seeking Timor.
Sol. 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 fpan ;
Some heart rear'd this; here does not live a man.
Dead, fure, and this his grave; what's on this tomb?
I cannot read; the character l'll take with wax;
Our captain hath in every figure skill,
An ag'd interpreter, tho' young in days :
Before proud Achens he's set down by this,
Whose fall the mark of his anibition is.

[Exit. SCENE, &C.


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