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You are an Alchymist, make gold of that:
Out, rascal dogs! [Beating, and driving 'em out.

Enter Flavius and two Senators.
Fla. It is in vain that you would speak with Timon :
For he is set so only to himself,
That nothing but himself, which looks like man,
Is friendly with him.

1 Sen. Bring us to his Cave.
It is our part and promise to th' Athenians
To speak with Timon.

2 Sen. At all times alike
Men are not ftill the same; 'twas time and griefs
That fram'd him thus. Time, with his fairer hand
Offering the fortunes of his former days,
The former man may make him ; bring us to him,
And chance it as it may.

Fla. Here is his Cave :
Peace and Content be here, lord Timon! Timon!
Look out, and speak to friends, th' Athenians
By two of their most rev'rend fenate greet thee ;
Speak to them, noble Timon.

Enter Timon out of his Cave.
Tim. Thou Sun, that comfort'ft, burn !
Speak, and be hang'd;
For each true word a blister, and each false
Be cauterizing to the root o'th' tongue,
Consuming it with fpeaking !

i Sen. Worthy Timon,

Of none but such as you, and 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.

Sen. O, forget
What we are sorry for our felves, in thee :
The Senators, with one consent of love,
Intreat thee back to Athens ; who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie



For thy best use and wearing.

2 Sen. They confess
Tow'rd thee forgetfulness, too general, gross ;
Which now the publick body, (which doch seldom
Play the recanter) feeling in it self
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own Fall, restraining aid to Timon ;
And sends forth us to make their sorrowed Tender,
Together with a recompence more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram ;
Ay, ev'n such heaps and sums of love and wealth,
As fall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs ;
And write in thee the figures of their love,
Ever to read them thine.

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

I 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 : foon we shall drive back
Of Alcibiades th’approaches wild,
Who, like a boar too favage, doth root up
His country's

2 Sen. And Thakes his threatning sword
Against the walls of Athens.
i 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,
And take our goodly aged men by th beards,
Giving our holy virgins to the stain
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war ;
Then let him know, -- and tell hin, Timon speaks it ;
In pity of our aged, and our youth,
I cannot chuse but tell him, that I care not.
And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not,

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While you have throats to answer. For my self,
There's not a whittle in th' unruly camp,
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave
To the protection of the prosp'rous Gods,
As thieves to keepers.

Fla. 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!

i 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,
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 do
Some kindness to them, 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 frequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his Hafte; Come hither, ere my Tree hath felt the ax, And hang himself - I pray you, do my Greeting.


Fla. Vex him no further, thus you ftill shall find him.

Tim. Come not to me again, but say to Athens,
Timon hath made his everlaiting mansion
Upon the beached


of the falt 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, les four words go by, and language end :
What is amifs, 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, i Sen. His discontents are anremoveably coupled to

his nature. 2 Sen. Qur hope. in him is dead ; let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. i Sen. It requires swift foot.



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 Mef. I have spoke the leaft. Besides, his expedition promises Present 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, Yet our old love made a particular force, And made us fpeak, like friends. This man was riding From Alcibiadesi to Timon's Cave, With letters of intreaty, which imported His fellowship i'th'Cause against your City, In part for his fake movido


Enter the other Senators.
i Sen. Here come our Brothers.

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 snare.

Exeunt. Enter a Soldier in the woods, 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 out-stretch'd his span ; Some beast rear'd this; here does not live a man. (31) Dead, sure, and this his grave; what's on this tomb? I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax ; Our Captain hath in every figure skill, An ag'd interpreter, tho' young in days: Before proud Athens he's set down by this, Who's Fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit.

SCE N E, before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers. Alc. OUND to this coward and lascivious town

Our terrible Approach. [Sound a parley. The Senators appear upon the walls. "Till now you have gone on, and filld the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice. 'Till now my felf, and such

(31) Some beast read this: here does not live a Man.) Some Beaft read what? The Soldier had yet only seen the rude Pile of Earth heap'd up for Timon's Grave, and not the Inscription upon it. My Friend Mr. Warburton ingenioully advis'd me to amend the Text, as I have done. The Soldier, seeking by Order for Timon, sees such an irregular Mole, as he concludes must have been the Workmarkip of some Beast inhabiting the Woods; and such a Cavity, as either must have been so overarch’d, or happen'd by the casual Falling in of the Ground.


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