For he is fet fo only to himself,
That nothing, but himself, which looks li
Is friendly with him.

I Sen.

Bring us to his cave :

It is our part, and promise to the Athenia

To fpeak with Timon.

At all times alike

2 Sen. Men are not still the fame: 'Twas time, an That fram'd him thus: time with his faire Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him: Bring us And chance it as it may.

Flav.

Here is his cave.

Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Look out, and speak to friends: The Ath By two of their most reverend fenate, greet Speak to them, noble Timon.

Enter TIMON.

Tim. Thou fun, that comfort ft, burn!hang'd:

For each true word, a blifter! and each fal

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Be as a caut'rizing to the root o' the tongue,
Confuming it with speaking!

1 Sen.

Worthy Timon,—

Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.

2 Sen. The fenators of Athens greet thee, Timon.

Tim. I thank them; and would fend them back the plague,

Could I but catch it for them.

1 Sen.

O, forget

What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.

The fenators, with one confent of love,

Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
On fpecial dignities, which vacant lie

For thy beft ufe and wearing.

2 Sen.

They confefs,

Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, grofs:
Which now the publick body,-which doth seldom
Play the recanter,-feeling in itself

A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal

Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon ;
And fend forth us, to make their sorrowed render,
Together with a recompenfe more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ay, even such heaps and fums of love and wealth,
As fhall 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 be weep these comforts, worthy senators.
1 Sen. Therefore so please thee to return with us,
And of our Athens (thine, and ours) to take

Tim. Well, fir, I will; therefore I wi
If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
That-Timon cares not. But if he fack
And take our goodly aged men by the b
Giving our holy virgins to the stain
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd wa
Then let him know,-and, tell him, Tir
In pity of our aged, and our youth,

I cannot choose but tell him, that-I can
And let him tak't at worst; for their kn
While you have throats to answer: for m
There's not a whittle in the unruly camp
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I
To the protection of the profperous gods
As thieves to keepers.

Flav.

Stay not, all's in Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitap It will be seen to-morrow; My long fick Of health, and living, now begins to me And nothing brings me all things. Go, Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, And last so long enough!

1 Sen.

We fpeak in v

Tim. But yet I love my country; and am not One that rejoices in the common wreck,

As common bruit doth put it.

I Sen.

That's well spoke.

Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,

1 Sen. These words become your lips as they pass through them.

2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triúmphers

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 veffel doth fuftain

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 close,
That mine own ufe invites me to cut down,
And shortly muft I fell it; Tell my friends,
Tell Athens, in the fequence of degree,

From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To ftop affliction, let him take his haste,

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Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,

And hang himself:-I pray you, do my greeting.

Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you ftill fhall find him.

Tim. Come not to me again: but fay to Athens,

Timon hath made his everlasting manfion

Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;

Which once a day with his embossed froth

oracle.

The turbulent furge fhall cover; thither come,
And let my grave-stone be your
Lips, let four words go by, and language end:

What

The Walls of Athens.

Enter two Senators, and a Meffer

Sen. Thou haft painfully discover'd; a As full as thy report?

I have spoke the leaf

Meff.
Befides his expedition promises

Present approach.

2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they

mon.

Meff. I met a courier, one mine ancient Whom, though in general part we were o Yet our old love made a particular force, And made us speak like friends:-this ma 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.

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