You are an Alchymift, make gold of that: Out, rafcal dogs! [Beating, and driving 'em out. would fpeak with Timon: Enter Flavius and two Senators. Fla. It is in vain that you For he is fet fo only to himself, That nothing but himself, which looks like man, 1 Sen. Bring us to his Cave. It is our part and promife to th' Athenians 2 Sen. At all times alike Men are not ftill the fame; 'twas time and griefs The former man may make him; bring us to him, Fla. Here is his Cave: Peace and Content be here, lord Timon! Timon! Enter Timon out of his Cave. Tim. Thou Sun, that comfort'ft, burn! Speak, and be hang'd; For each true word a blifter, and each false 1 Sen. Worthy Timon, Tim. Of none but fuch as you, and you of Timon. And would fend them back the 2 Sen. The fenators of Athens greet thee, Timon. Tim. I thank them. plague, Could I but catch it for them. 1 Sen. O, forget What we are forry for our felves, in thee: The Senators, with one confent of love, Intreat thee back to Athens; who have thought On fpecial dignities, which vacant lie For For thy best use and wearing. 2 Sen. They confefs Tow'rd thee forgetfulness, too general, grofs; Which now the publick body, (which doth feldom A lack of Timon's aid, hath fenfe withal Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Tim. You witch me in it, Surprize me to the very brink of tears: 1 Sen. Therefore so please thee to return with us, Who, like a boar too favage, doth root up 2 Sen. And Thakes his threatning fword 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. If he fack fair Athens, Of contumelious, beaftly, mad-brain'd war ; I cannot chufe but tell him, that I care not. And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not, While you have throats to answer. For my felf, Fla. Stay not, all's in vain. you Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, 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 Bruite 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 thro' 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, In life's uncertain voyage, I will do Some kindness to them, teach them to prevent 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. Tim. I have a Tree, which grows here in my Close, That mine own ufe invites me to cut down, And fhortly muft I fell it. Tell my friends, Fla. Fla. Vex him no further, thus you ftill fhall find him. Tim. Come not to me again, but fay to Athens, Timon hath made his everlaiting manfion Upon the beached verge of the falt flood; his nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead; let us return, And ftrain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. 1 Sen. It requires swift foot. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Walls of Athens. Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger. Sen, HOU haft painfully discover'd; are his files As full as thy report? T Mef. I have spoke the least. Befides, his expedition promises Prefent Approach. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. Mef. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend; Who, though in general part we were oppos'd, And made us fpeak like friends. This man was riding With letters of intreaty, which imported His fellowship i'th' Caufe against your City, Enter Enter the other Senators. 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 choak the air with duft. In, and prepare; Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the fnare. Exeunt. Enter a Soldier in the woods, feeking Timon. Sol. By all Description this fhould be the place. Who's here? fpeak, ho. No answer? What is this? Timon is dead, who hath out-ftretch'd his span; SCENE, before the Walls of Athens. [Exit. Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers. Alc. OOUND to this coward and lafcivious town [Sound a parley. The Senators appear upon the walls. "Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of juftice. 'Till now my felf, and fuch (31) Some beast read this: here does not live a Man.] Some Beaft read what? The Soldier had yet only feen the rude Pile of Earth heap'd up for Timon's Grave, and not the Infcription upon it. My Friend Mr. Warburton ingeniously advis'd me to amend the Text, as I have done. The Soldier, feeking by Order for Timon, fees fuch an irregular Mole, as he concludes muft have been the Workmanship of fome Beaft inhabiting the Woods; and fuch a Cavity, as either muft have been fo over arch'd, or happen'd by the cafual Falling in of the Ground. As |