That nothing but himself, which looks like Man, Is friendly with him. 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 Flav. Here is his Cave: Peace and Content be here, Timon! Timon! Enter Timon out of his Cave. Tim. Thou Sun that comfort burn, Speak and be hang'd: For each true Word a Blifter, and each false I Sen. Worthy Timon. Tim. Of none but fuch as you, And you of Timon. I Sen. The Senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. And would fend them back the Plague, . Could I but catch it for them. I Sen. O forget What we are forry for our felves in thee: The Senators, with one confent of love, On fpecial Dignities, which vacant lye 2 Sen. They confefs Toward thee, forgetfulness too general grofs, A lack of Timon's Aid, hath Sence withal L 2 And And fends forth us to make their forrowed render, Tim. You witch me in it, Surprize me to the very brink of Tears; Who like a Boar too favage, doth root up 2 Sen. And shakes his threatning 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 fack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged Men by th' Beards, Giving our Holy Virgins to the ftain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain❜d War; In pity of our Aged, and our Youth, I cannot chufe but tell him that I care not, But I do prize it at my Love, before The reverend'ft Throat in Athens. So I leave you To the Protection of the profperous Gods, As Thieves to Keepers. Flav. Stay not, aft'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 One that rejoices in the common wrack, As common Brute 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 pafs 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, In Life's uncertain Voyage, I will fome kindness do them, Tim. Come not to me again, but fay to Athens, L 3 Lips, Lips, let four words go by, and Language end: [Exit Timon. Sen. His Difcontents are unremoveably coupled to Nature. Sen. Our hope in him is dead; let us return, I Sen. It requires fwift foot. Enter two other Senators, with a Meffenger. I Sen. Thou haft painfully discover'd; are his Files As full as they report? Mef. I have fpoke the leaft. Befides, his Expedition promifes prefent approach. [Exeunt. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon, Mef. 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, This Man was riding And made us fpeak like Friends. 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 fcouring 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, feeking Timon. Sol. By all Description this should be the Place. Who's here? Speak ho.No anfwer?What is this?--Timon is dead, who hath out-ftretcht his Span, Some Beast read this; there does not live a Man. Dead fure, and this his Grave, what's on this Tomb? I cannot read; the Character I'll take with Wax; Before Before proud Athens he's fet down by this, [Exit SCENE II. The Walls of Athens. Alc. Sound to this coward and lascivious 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 self, and fuch As flept within the fhadow of your Power, Have wander'd with our traverft Arms, and breath'd Our fufferance vainly. Now the time is flush, When crouching Marrow in the bearer ftrong Cries, of it felf, no more: Now breathlefs wrong, Shall fit and pant in your great Chairs of cafe, And purfy Infolence fhall break his Wind With fear and horrid flight. I Sen. Noble and young; When thy firft Griefs were but a meer Conceit, 2 Sen. So did we woo Transformed Timon to our City's Love I Sen. Thefe Walls of ours Were not erected by their Hands, from whom That thefe great Towers, Trophies, and Schools should fall 2 Sen. Nor are they living Who were the Motives that you firft went out, L 4 Into |