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Lips, let four words go by, and Language end: :
What is amiss, Plague and Infe&ion mend.
Graves only be Mens Works, and Death their Gain,
Sun, hide thy Beams, Timon hath done his Reign.
[Exit Timon. I Sen. His Disconterts 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. i Sen. It requires swift foot.
[Exeunt. Enter iwo other Senators, with a Messenger. 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover d; are his Files As full as they report?
Mef. I have spoke the leaft.
Besides, his Expedition promises present approach.
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.
Mes. I met a Courier, one mine ancient Friend,
Whom though in general part we were oppos’d,
Yet our old love made a particular force,
And made us speak like Friends. This Mao was riding
From Alcibiades to Timon's Cave,
Wi h Letters of Intreaty, which imported
His Fellowship i'ch'cause against your City,
In part for his fake mov’d.
Enter the other Senators,
I Sen. Here come our Brothers.
3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expe&t,
The Enemies Drum is heard, and fearful scouring
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.
Sol. By ail Description this should be the Place.
Who's here? Speak ho. —No answer? What is this?
Timon is dead, who hath out-stretcht his Spa,
Some Beast read this; there does not live a Man.
Dead sure, and this his Grave, what's on this Tomb?
I cannot read; the Character I'll take with Wax;
| Our Captain hath in every Figure skill,
An aged Interpreter, tho' young in Days:
Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
Whole Fall the mark of his Ambitition is.
SCENE 11. 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 filled the time
With all licentious Measure, making your Wills
The scope of Justice. Till now my self, and such
As slept within the shadow of your Power,
Have wander'd with our traverst Arms, and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
When crouching Marrow in the bearer strong
Cries, of it self, no more: Now breathless wrong,
Shall fit and pant in your great Chairs of ease,
And pursy Insolence shall break his Wind
With fear and horrid fight.
I Sen. Noble and young;
When thy first Griefs were but a meer Conceit,
E'er thou hadft Power, or we had cause to fear,
We sent to thee, to give thy Rages Balm,
To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loves
Above their quantity.
2 Sen. So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our City's Love
By humble Message, and by promis'd Means:
We were not all urkind, nor all deferve
The common stroke of War.
I Sen. There Walls of ours
Were not ereded by their Hands, from whom
You have receiv'd your Grief: Nor are they such
That these great Towers, Trophies, and Schools should 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 tiched 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.
I Sen. All have not offended:
For those that were, it is not square to take,
On these that are, Revenge: Crimes, like Lands,
Are not inherited. Then dear Countryman,
Bring in thy Ranks, but leave without thy Rage,
Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin
With those that have offended, like a Shepherd,
Approach the Fold, and cull th' Infe&ed forth,
But kill not all together.
2 Sen. What thou wilt,
Thou rather thalt enforce it with thy Smile,
Then hew to’t with thy Sword.
I Sen. Set but thy Foot
Against our rampir'd Gates, and they hall ope :
So thou will send thy gentle Heart before,
To say thou'lt enter friendly.
2 Sen. 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 feal'd thy full defire.
Alc. Then there's my Glove,
Descend, and open your uncharged Ports,
Those Enemies of Timon's, and mine own,
Whom you your selves (hall set out for Reproof,
Fall and no more; and to atone your Fears
With my more noble Meaning, not a Man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the Stream
Of regular Justice in your City's bounds,
But Mall be remedied by your publick Laws
At heaviest answer.
Both. 'Tis most robly spoken.
Alc. Descend, and keep your Words.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. My noble General, Timon is dead,
Entomb'd upon the very hem o'ch? Sca,
And on his Gravestone, this Insculpture, which
With Wax I brought away; whose soft Impression
Interprets for my poor Ignorance.
[Alcibiades reads the Epitaph.]
Here lyes é wretched Coarse, of wretched Soul bereft,
Seek not my Name: A Plague consume you Caitiffs left.
Here lye 1 Timon, who all living Men did hate,
Pass by, and curse thy fill, but stay not here thy Gate.
These well express in thee thy latter Spirits :
Tho' thou abhorred'ft in us our human Griefs,
Scorn’dst our Brains flow, and those 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 whose Memory
Hereafter more. Bring me into your City,
And I will use the Olive with my Sword ;
Make War breed Peace; make Peace stint War, make each
Prescribe to other, as each other's Leach.
Let our Drums strike.