4 That fram'd him thus: time, with his fairer hand, The former man may make him: Bring us to him, Here is his cave. Flav. Enter TIMON. Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn!-Speak, and be For each true word, a blister! and each false [hang'd: Be as a caut'rizing to the root o'the tongue, Consuming it with speaking! 1 Sen. 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 Could I but catch it for them. 1 Sen. O, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators, with one consent of love, [plague, Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought For thy best use and wearing. 2 Sen. They confess, A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Tim. You witch me in it: Surprise me to the very brink of tears: Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up. 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; Thus,— If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That-Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens, Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war; 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. Flav. Stay not, all's in vain. Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, And last so long enough! 1 Sen. 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. 1 Sen. That's well spoke. 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. Tim. In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them: Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Graves only be men's works; and, death, their gain! 1 Sen. His discontents 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 dear peril. 1 Sen. It requires swift foot. [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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: 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. And made us speak like friends:-this man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of entreaty, which imported His fellowship i'the cause against your city, Enter Senators from TIMON. 1 Sen. 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 Tombstone 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 man. What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character Our captain bath in every figure skill; An ag'd interpreter, though young in days: [Exit. 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 With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such As slept within the shadow of your power, Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush, When crouching marrow, in 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, With fear and horrid flight. 1 Sen. Noble, and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, To wipe out our ingratitude with loves 2 Sen. So did we woo Transformed Timon to our city's love, By humble message, and by promis'd means; 1 Sen. These walls of ours Were not erected by their hands, from whom You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such, 2 Sen. (If thy revenges hunger for that food, Which nature loaths), take thou the destin❜d tenth; [fall |