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Tim. I thank them; and would send them back the
Could I but catch it for them.
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
The senators, with one consent of love,
Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
For thy best use and wearing.
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ever to read them thine.
You witch me in it:
Surprise me to the very brink of tears:
Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes,
1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us, And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
His country's peace.
And shakes his threat'ning sword
Against the walls of Athens.
Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; thus,— If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens,
And take our goodly aged men by the 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,
I cannot choose but tell him,-that I care not.
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
As thieves to keepers.
Stay not all 's in vain.
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
It will be seen to-morrow. My long sickness
And nothing brings me all things. Go; live still :
And last so long enough!
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.
That's well spoke.
1 Sen. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,1 Sen. These words become your lips as they pass through them.
2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers In their applauding gates.
Commend me to them;
And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs,
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.
Flav. Trouble him no farther; thus you still shall
Tim. Come not to me again; but say to Athens,
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead. Let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us
In our dear2 peril.
It requires swift foot.
SCENE III.-The Walls of Athens.
1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files As full as they report?
I have spoke the least;
Besides, his expedition promises
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 oppos'd,
And made us speak like friends: this man was riding
With letters of entreaty, which imported
His fellowship i' the cause against your city,
In part for his sake mov'd.
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.
1 emboss'd: in f. e. 2 Dire.
SCENE IV.-The Woods. TIMON's Cave, and a Tomb-stone seen.
Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON.
Sold. By all description this should be the place.
An ag'd interpreter, though young in days.
SCENE V.-Before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES, and Forces. Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach.
[A 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
With fear, and horrid flight.
Noble, and young,
Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause of fear,
To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love,
By humble message, and by promis'd means:
The common stroke of war.
These walls of ours
1 read in folio.
Theobald made the change.
Were not erected by their hands, from whom
You have receiv'd your grief: nor are they such,
That these great towers, trophies, and schools should
For private faults in them.
Nor are they living,
Who were the motives that you first went out:
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;
Let die the spotted.
All have not offended;
For those that were, is 't not severe" to take,
What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile,
Set but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope,
To say, thou 'It enter friendly.
Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
Shall make their harbour in our town, till we
Then, there's my glove.
Descend, and open your uncharged ports.
1 Wisdom. 2 it is not square in f. e 3 At one, reconcile.