My lord leans wondrously to discontent: His comfortable temper has forfook him; He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. Methinks, he should the fooner pay his debts, Ser. Good gods! Tit. We cannot take this for an answer. Flam. [within.] Servilius, help! my lord, my lord, SCENE V. Enter Timon in a rage. Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my paffage ? Have I been ever free, and muft my house Be my retentive enemy, my jail? The place which I have feafted, does it now, Like all mankind, fhow me an iron heart? Luc. Put in now, Titus. Tit. My lord, here's my bill. Luc. Here's mine. Var. And mine, my lord. Cap. And ours, my lord. Phi. And our bills. Tim. Knock me down with 'em, cleave me to the girdle. What's yours? — and yours? Var. My lord, Cap. My lord, - Tim. Here, tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you! [Exit. Hor. Hor. 'Faith, I perceive, our mafters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may be well call'd desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Reenter Timon, and Flavius, [Exeunt. Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the flaves. Creditors! - devils. Flav. Here, my lord. Tim. So fitly?-Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all: I'll once more feaft the rafcals. Flav. O my lord! You only speak from your distracted foul; Tim. Be it not thy care: Go, and invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt. 1 Sen. 'M' SCENE VI. The Senate-house. Senators, and Alcibiades. Y lord, you have my voice to't, the fault's bloody; 'Tis neceffary he should die: Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy. 2 Sen. Moft true; the law fhall bruise him. Alc. Health, honour, and compaffion to the senate! 1 Sen. Now, captain? Alc. I am an humble fuitor to your virtues, VOL. V. F For For pity is the virtue of the law, Of virtuous honour which buys out his fault; And with fuch fober and unnoted paffion 1 Sen. You undergo too ftrict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair: Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd Is valour misbegot, and came into th' world He's truly valiant, that can wifely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outfides, wear them like his rayment, carelefly, To bring it into danger. If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill, Alc. My lord, I Sen. You cannot make grofs fins look clear; It is not valour to revenge, but bear. Alc. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And And let the foes quietly cut their throats, The ass, more than the lion; and the fellow Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood? To kill, I grant, is fin's extremeft guft; But who is man, that is not angry? Alc. I fay, my lords, h'as done fair fervice; flain How full of valour did he bear himself In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds? Oft' drowns him, and takes valour prifoner. Alc. Hard fate! he might have dy'd in war. (Though his right arm might purchase his own time, F 2 And And be in debt to none) yet, more to move you, My honours to you, on his good returns. 1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge it no more, My lords, I do beseech you, know me. 2 Sen. How! Alc. Call me to your remembrances. 3 Sen. What, fir! Alc. I cannot think but your age hath forgot me; It could not elfe be, I fhould prove fo base, To fue, and be deny'd fuch common grace. My wounds ake at you. 1 Sen. Do you dare our anger? 'Tis in few words, but fpacious in effect: We banish thee for ever. Alc. Banifh me! Banish your dotage, banish ufury, That make the fenate ugly. 1 Sen. If, after two days' fhine, Athens contains thee, Attend our weightier judgment. 2 Sen. And, (not to fwell our fpirit,) he shall then Be executed presently. Alc. Gods keep you old enough, that you may live I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, Rich only in large hurts. All those, for this? [Exeunt. |