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You are an alchymist, make gold of that:-
(Exit, beating and driving them out.
Enter Flavius, and two Senators.
Bring us to his cave:
At all times alike
Here is his cave. Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon! Timon ! Look out, and speak to friends: The Athepians, By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: Speak to them, noble Timon.
Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn!-Speak,
and be hang'd:
Worthy Timon- ^ Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon, 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. Tim. I thank them; and would send them back
the plague, Could I but catch it for them. 1 Sen.
0, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators, with one consent of love*, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought On special dignities, which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing. 2 Sen.
You witch me in it;
1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
* With one united voice of affection.
2 Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens. 1 Sen.
Therefore, Timon,Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir;
Stay not, all's in vain.
We speak in vain.
That's well spoke.
A clasp knife. + i.e. The gods who are the authors of the prospe. rity of mankind.
He means—the disease of life begins to promise me a period.
Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,-
Commend me to them ; And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do
them : I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath,
2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again.
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 sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself: I pray you, do my greeting. Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still sijall
find him. Tim. Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timov hath made his everlasting mansion Upou the beached verge of the salt flood; Which once a day with bis 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 men's works; and death, their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign,
(Exit Timon. 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
Methodically, from highest to lowest. + Swollen froth.
- 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return,
Enter two Senators, and a Messenger. 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his files As full as thy report? Mess.
I have spoke the least : Besides, his expedition promises Present approach. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not
Timon. Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;Whom, though in general part we were opposid, Yet our old love made a particular force,
Enter Senators from Timon.
Here come our brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
Doth choke the air with dust: in and prepare;