Lips, let four words go by, and Language end: [Exit Timon. 1 Sen. His Discontents are unremoveably coupled to Nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead; let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dead peril. 1 Sen. It requires fwift foot.. [Exeunt. Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger. 1 Sen. Thou haft painfully discover'd; are his Files As full as they report? Mef. I have fpoke the leaft. Befides, his Expedition promifes prefent approach. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. And made us fpeak like Friends. This Man was riding 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, I Sen. Here come our Brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect, The Enemics Drum is heard, and fearful fcouring Doth choak the Air with Duft: In, and prepare, Ours is the Fall I fear, our Foes the Snare. Exeunt. Enter a Soldier in the Woods, Seeking Timon. An aged Interpreter, tho' young in Days: Before Before proud Athens he's fet down by this, [Exit. SCENE II. The Walls of Athens. Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers. Alc. Sound to this coward and lafcivious 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 Juftice. Till now my self, and such As flept within the fhadow of your Power, Have wander'd with our traverst Arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flufh, When crouching Marrow in the bearer ftrong Cries, of it felf, no more: Now breathlefs wrong, Shall fit and pant in your great Chairs of cafe, And purfy Infolence fhall break his Wind With fear and horrid flight. I Sen. Noble and young; When thy firft Griefs were but a meer Conceit, 2 Sen. So did we woo Transformed Timon to our City's Love By humble Meffage, and by promis'd Means: I Sen. Thefe Walls of ours Were not erected by their Hands, from whom That these great Towers, Trophies, and Schools should fall 2 Sen. Nor are they living Who were the Motives that you firft went out, Shame, that they wanted Cunning in excess, Into our City with thy Banners fpread, I Sen. All have not offended: For those that were, it is not fquare to take, With thofe that have offended, like a Shepherd, 2 Sen. What thou wilt, Thou rather halt enforce it with thy Smile, I Sen. Set but thy Foot 'Against our rampir'd Gates, and they shall ope: 2 Sen. Throw thy Glove, Or any token of thine Honour elfe, That thou wilt ufe the Wars as thy Redress, Alc. Then there's my Glove, Defcend, and open your uncharged Ports, Both. 'Tis moft robly spoken. Alc. Defcend, and keep your Words. Enter Enter a Meffenger. Mef. My noble General, Timon is dead, And on his Gravestone, this Infculpture, which [Alcibiades reads the Epitaph.] Here lyes a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soul bereft, These well exprefs in thee thy latter Spirits: Tho' thou abhorred'ft in us our human Griefs, Hereafter more. Bring me into your City, Make War breed Peace; make Peace ftint War, make each |