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, Yet our old love made a particular force, And made us speak like friends: From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, this man was riding With letters of entreaty, which imported 1 Sen. Enter Senators from TIMON. Here come our brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon; nothing of him expect. SCENE IV. - [Exeunt. The Woods. TIMON'S Cave, and a Tomb-stone seen. Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON. Sold. By all description this should be the place. Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax: SCENE V. Before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES, and Forces. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Alcib. Our terrible approach. [Exit. [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 1 Sen. Noble, and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, To wipe out our ingratitude with loves Above their quantity. 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 grief: nor are they such, That these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall 2 Sen. By decimation, and a tithed death, Which nature loaths) take thou the destin'd tenth; Let die the spotted. 1 Sen. For those that were, All have not offended; it is not square to take, revenge: crimes, like lands, Then, dear countryman, but leave without thy rage: Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin, Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall On those that are, With those that have offended. Like a shepherd, Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope, To say, thou 'It enter friendly. 2 Sen. Or any token of thine honour else, Throw thy glove, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Alcib. Then, there's my glove: Descend, and open your uncharged ports. to atone your fears not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken. [The Senators descend, and open the Gates. Enter a Soldier. Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; Alcib. [Reads.] "Here lies a wretched corse of wretched soul bereft: Seek not my name. A plague consume you wicked caitiffs left! Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate : Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait." These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets which From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vast 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 leech. Let our drums strike. [Exeunt. |