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Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,1 Sen. These words become your lips as they pass
through them, 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, 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, Fron 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 bang himself :- I pray you, do my greeting. Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall
find him. Tim. Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timov hath made his everlasting mansion U pou the beached verge of the salt Hood; Which once a day with his embossed froth t 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 Timoa. 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
* Methodically, from highest to lowest
· 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear* peril. 2 Sen. It requires swift foot.
The walls of Athens.
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
Enter Senators from Timon.
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 dust: in and prepare; Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare. (Exeunt.
The woods. Timon's cave, and a tomb-stone seen.
[Enter a Soldier, 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 outstretch'd his span: Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a inan. Dead, sure; and this his grave.What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax. Our captain liath in every figure skill; An ag'd interpreter, though young in days: Before proud Athens he's set down by this, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is, [Exit.
Before the walls of Athens.
Trumpets sound. Enter Alcibiades, and forces.
Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach.
(4 parley sounded.
Enter Senators on the walls.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and
breath'd Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flusht, When crouching marrow, iu the bearer strong, Cries, of itself, No more: now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease ; And pursy
insolence shall break his wind,
Noble and young,
So did we woo
These walls of ouis
fall For private faults in them. 2 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, 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; And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the spotted. 1 Sen.
All have not offended;
• Arms across.
+ Mature. * i. e. By promising him a competent subsistence.
For those that were, it is not square*, to take,
What thou wilt,
Set but thy foot
Throw thy glove ; Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, And not as our confusion; all thy powers Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have seal'd thy full desire. Alcib.
Then there's my glove;
quarter, or offend the stream
'Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.
* Not regular, not equitable.