ave canted,

Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
Luc. Serv. Put in now, Titus.

Tit. My lord, here is my bill.
Luc. Serv. Here's mine.

Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.

Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord.

Phi. All our bills.

Tim. Knock me down with 'em: clea girdle.

Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,

Tim. Cut my heart in fums.

Tit. Mine, fifty talents.

Tim. Tell out my blood.

Luc. Serv. Five thoufand crowns, my 1 Tim. Five thousand drops pays that.What yours?-and yours?

1 Var. Serv. My lord,

2 Var. Serv. My lord,

Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fa

Hor. 'Faith, I perceive, our masters m caps at their money; these debts may we perate ones, for a madman owes 'em.

Re-enter TIMON and FLAVIUS.

Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the flaves:

Creditors!-devils.

Flav. My dear lord,

Tim. What if it should be fo?

Flav. My lord,——

Tim. I'll have it fo:-My steward!

Flav. Here, my lord.

Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all:

I'll once more feast the rafcals.

Flav.

O my lord,

You only speak from your distracted foul;
There is not fo much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.

Tim.

Be't not in thy care; go,

I charge thee; invite them all let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

The fame. The Senate-Houfe.

The Senate fitting. Enter ALCIBIADES, attended.

1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to't; the fault's

bloody;

'Tis neceffary, he should die:

Nothing emboldens fin so much as mercy.

2 Sen. Moft true; the law fhall bruise him.

Alcib. Honour, health, and compaffion to the fenate!

Of comely virtues :

Nor did he foil the fact with cowardice;
(An honour in him, which buys out his f
But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe:

And with fuch sober and unnoted paffion
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

1 Sen. You undergo too ftri&t a paradox Striving to make an ugly deed look fair: Your words have took such pains, as if th To bring manslaughter into form, fet qua Upon the head of valour; which, indeed, Is valour misbegot, and came into the wor When fects and factions were newly born: He's truly valiant, that can wifely fuffer The worst that man can breathe; and mal His outfides; wear them like his raiment, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis, to hazard life for ill?
Alcib. My lord,-

3

1 Sen. You cannot make gross fins look clear; To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.-

Why do fond men expofe themselves to battle,
And not endure all threatnings? fleep upon it,
And let the foes quietly cut their throats,
Without repugnancy? but if there be
Such valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? why then, women are more valiant,
That stay at home, if bearing carry it;

And th' afs, more captain than the lion; the felon,
Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge,

If wisdom be in fuffering. O my lords,

As you are great, be pitifully good:

Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?

To kill, I grant, is fin's extremeft gust;
But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in anger, is impiety;

But who is man, that is not angry?

Weigh but the crime with this.

2 Sen. You breathe in vain. Alcib.

In vain his fervice done

At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium,
Were a fufficient briber for his life.

1 Sen. What's that?

Alcib.

Why, I fay, my lords, h'as done fair fervice,

And flain in fight many of your enemies:

How full of valour did he bear himself

In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds?
2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he
Is a fworn rioter: h'as a fin that often

Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner :

Take my deferts to his, and join them bo And, for I know, your reverend ages lov Security, I'll pawn my victories, all

My honour to you, upon his good return If by this crime he owes the law his life, Why, let the war receiv't in valiant gore For law is ftrict, and war is nothing more

1 Sen. We are for law, he dies; urge i On height of our displeasure: Friend, or He forfeits his own blood, that spills ano Alcib. Muft it be fo? it must not be. I do beseech you, know me.

2 Sen. How?.

Alcib. Call me to your remembrances. 3 Sen.

Alcib. I cannot think, but your age ha It could not elfe be, I should prove fo ba To fue, and be denied fuch common grad My wounds ake at you.

1 Sen.

Do you dare our 'Tis in few words, but fpacious in effect; We banish thee for ever.

Alcib.

Banish me?

Banish your dotage; banish ufury,
That makes the senate ugly.