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Tim. But yet I love my country; and am not
That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,· Sen. These words become your lips as they pass
through 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 fustain In life's uncertain voyage, I wiil 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 close,
What is amiss, plague and infection mend !
[Exit Timon. 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return,
The Walls of Athens.
Ènter two Senators, and a Messenger.
I have spoke the least :
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Ti.
Mell. 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:--this man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, With letters of entreaty, which imported His fellowship i’the cause against your city, In part for his fake mov’d.
Enter Senators from Timon. I Sen.
Here come our brothers. 2 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Doth choke the air with dust: In, and prepare; Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the fnare. [Exeunt.
The Woods. Timon's Cave, and a tomb-fione seen.
Enter a Soldier, 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 fpan : Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. 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 aged interpreter, though young in days : Before proud Athens he's fet down by this, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is,
Trumpets found. Enter ALCIBIADES, and Forces. Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach.
[A parley founded.
Enter Senators on the Walls.
Till now you have gone on, and fill’d the time
Noble, and young,
So did we woo
These walls of ours
Nor are they living,
All have not offended;
What thou wilt,
Set but thy foot
Throw thy glove,