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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 still 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.
Flav. Here is his Cave:
Enter Timon out of his Cave.
1 Sen. Worthy Timon.
Tim. Of none but such as you, And you of Timon.
Sen. The Senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.
I Sen. O forget
2 Sen. They confess
And sends forth us to make their forrowed render,
Tim. You witch me in it,
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, Allowed with abfolure Power, and thy good Name Live with Authority; fo foon we shall drive back Of Alcibiades the approaches wild, Who like a Boar too savage, dorh root up His Country's Peace.
2 Sen. And shakes his chreatning Sword Against the Wall's 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. But 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 him Timon speaks it, In pity of our Aged, and our Youth, I cannot chufe but tell him that I care nor, And let him take't átworft; for their Knives care not, While you have Throats to anfwer. For my felf, There's not a whittle in th' unruly Camp, But I do prize it at my Love, before The reverend' ft Throat ió Athens. So I leave you To the Protection of the prosperous Gods, As Thieves to Keepers.
Flav. Stay not, att's in vain.
Tim. Why I was writing of my Epitaph,
I Sen. We speak in vain.
Tim. But yet I love my Country, and am not
1 Sen. That's well spoke.
I Sen. These Words become your Lips, as they pass thro' them.
2 Sen. And enter into 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 Hoftile Strokes, their Aches, Losses, Their pangs of Love, with other incident throws 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 Clofe,
Tell my Friends,
Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall
Tim. Come not to me again, but say to Athens,
your Oracle ;
Lips, let four words go by, and Language end:
[Exit Timon. į 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 dead peril. i Sen. It requires swift foot.
Mes. I have spoke the least.
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timox,
Mes. I met a Courier, one mine ancient Friend,
Enter the other Senators.
3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expe&,
Enter a Soldier in the Woods, seeking Timon.
Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
[Exit SCENE II. The Walls of Athens, . Trumpers found. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers.
Alc. Sound 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 filled the time With all licentious Measure, making your Wills The scope of Justice. 'Till now my self, and fuch As slept within the shadow of your Power, Have wander'd with our traverst Arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is Aush, When crouching Marrow in the bearer strong Cries, of it self, no more: Now breathless wrong, Shall fit and
your great Chairs of ease, And purfy Infolence shall break his Wind With fear and horrid flight.
I Sen. Noble and young;
2 Sen. So did we woo
I Sen. These Walls of ours
2 Sen. Nor are they living