my clofe, Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the ax, And hang himfelf. I pray you, do my greeting. his nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead; let us return, And ftrain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. 1 Sen. It requires fwift foot. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to the walls of Athens. 1 Sen. Thou haft painfully difcover'd; are his files As full as thy report ? Me. I have fpoke the leaft. Befides, his expedition promifes 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. Me. 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 fpeak like friends. This man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of intreaty, which imported His fellowship i' th' caufe against your city, part for his fake mov'd. In Enter the other Senators. 1 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 fnare t. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Before the walls of Athens. 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 fcope of juftice. Till now myself, and fuch As flept within the fhadow of your power, Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd I Sen. Noble and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, 02 -our foes the fnare Enter a Soldier in the woods, feeking Timon. Sol. By all defcription this should be the place. Who's here? fpeak, ho.- No anfwer? What is this?--- An ag'd interpreter, tho' young in days: Το [Exit. To wipe out our ingratitude, with loves 2 Sen. So did we woo Transformed Timon to our city's love By humble meffage, and by promis'd 'mends: 1 Sen. Thefe walls of ours Were not erected by their hands, from whom 2 Sen. Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you firft went out : Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts. March on, ob, Noble Lord, Into our city with thy banners fpread; By decimation and a tithed death, If thy revenges hunger for that food Which nature lothes, take thou the destin❜d tenth † : 1 Sen. All have not offended; For thofe that were, it is not square to take 2 Sen. What thou wilt, Thou rather fhalt inforce it with thy fmile, Against our rampir'd gates, and they fhall ope: 2 Sen. Throw thy glove, * their refers to rages. + take thou the deftin'd tenth : And by the hazard of the spotted dye, Let die the fpotted. 1. Sea, All have, &c. Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt ufe the wars as thy redrefs, Alc. Then there's my glove; Defcend, and open your uncharged ports; Both. 'Tis moft nobly spoken. Alc. Defcend, and keep your words. Enter a Soldier. Sol. My noble General, Timon is dead, [Alcibiades reads the epitaph.] Here lies a wretched corfe, of wretched foul bereft : Thefe well exprefs in thee thy latter spirits: Scorn'd our brine's flow, and thofe our droplets, which From niggard nature fall: yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave.-On: faults forgiven.Dead Is noble Timon, of whofe memory “ Hereafter more Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my fword; flint war; make Make war breed peace; make peace 0 3 [cach [Exeunt. TITUS. TITUS ANDRONICUS. DRAMATIS PERSONE. SATURNINUS, fon to the late Em- Quintus, fons to Titus Andro Lucius, nicus. Young Lucius, a boy, fon to Lu-Lavinia, daughter to Titus An cius. dronicus. Publius, Jon to Marcus the Tri-Nurfe, with a Black-a-moor child. bune, and nephew to Titus An- Senators, Judges, Officers, Sob diers, and other Attendants. dronicus. SCENE, Rome, and the country near it. АСТ І. SCENE I. Before the capital in Rome. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the fenate. En ter Saturninus and his followers, at one door; and Baf fianus and bis followers at the other, with drum and colours.. Sat. NOBLE Patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the juftice of my caufe with arms: Then |