Enter TIMON.

1 Sen.

Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !-Speak,

and be hang'd ;
For each true word, a blister! and each false
Be as a caut'rizing to the root o'the tongue,
Consuming it with speaking!

Worthy Timon,
Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thec, Timon,
Tim. I thank them; and would send them back

the plague,
Could I but catch it for them.
i Sen.

O, forget
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
The senators, with one consent of love,
Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie
For thy best use and wearing.
2 Sen.

They confess,
Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross :
Which now the publick body,—which doth seldom
Play the recanter,-feeling in itself
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon ;
And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render,
Together with a recompense more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram ;'
Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth,
As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the figures of their love,

with one consent of love,] With one united voice of affection.

- sorrowed render,] Render is confession.

Than their offence can weigh down by the dram ;] The speaker means, a recompense that shall more than counterpoise their offences, though weighed with the most scrupulous exaetness

Ever to read them thine.

You witch me in it;
Surprize me to the very brink of tears :
Lend me a fool's heart, and a woinan's eyes,
And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.

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, Allow'd with absolute power,' and thy good name Live with authority :--so soon we shall drive back Of Alcibiades the approaches wild; Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up His country's peace. 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, 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, In pity of our aged, and our youth, I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And let him tak't at worst; for their knives care not, While you have throats to answer: for myself, There's not a whittle” in the unruly camp, But I do prize it at my love, before The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave


* Allow'd with absolute power,] Allowed is licensed, privileged, uncontrolled.

* There's not a whittle,] A whittle is still in the midland counties the coramon name for a pocket clasp knife, such as children use. Chaucer speaks of a Sheffield thwittell,

1 Sen.

To the protection of the prosperous gods,
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
Of health, and living, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still ;
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
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.
1 Sen.

That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen, i 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.

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,

My long sickness-] The disease of life begins to promise me a period.

bruit-] i. e. report, rumour. 5 in the sequence of degree,] Methodically, from highest to lowest.

From 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 hang 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,
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
Which once a day with his embossed froth®
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 Timon. 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. [Ereunt,


The IValls of Athens, Enter Two Senators, and a Messenger, i Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his files As full as thy report.

6- embossed froth--) Embossed froth, is swollen froth; from bosse, Fr. a tumour.

7 In our dear peril.] Dear, in Shakspeare's language, is dire, dreadful, bat may, in the present instance, signify immediate, or imminent.


I have spoke the least : Besides, his expedition promises Present approach. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not

Aless. 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 man was

From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
With letters of entreaty, which imported
His fellowship i'the cause against your city,

part for his sake mov'd.

Enter Senators from TIMON.

1 Sen.

Here come our brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him ex

pect.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.



The Woods. Timon's Cave, and a Tomb-stone seen

Enter a Soldier, seeking Timon. Sold. 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, Dead, sure; and this his grave.

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