I have spoke the least: Besides, his expedition promises Present approach. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not

.' Timon. i
Mess. 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

From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
With letters of entreaty, which imported,
His fellowship i'the cause against your city,
In part for his sake moy’d.

Enter Senators from Timon. 1 Sen.

. . Here come our brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him ex

pect.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 snare.


Timon's Cave, and a Tomb-stone seen.

The Woods.

Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON. Sold. By all description this should be the place. Who's here! speak, ho!-No answer?-What is

this? Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span: Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. Dead, syre; and this his grave.

What's on this tomb I cannot read ;8 the character
I'll take with wax:
Our captain hath in every figure skill;
An ag'd interpreter, though young in days:
Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit.

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Before the Walls of Athens.
Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES, and Forceso

Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. [A Parley sounded.

Enter Senators on the Walls.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
. The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such

As slept within the shadow of your power, is
Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, 9 and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush;'.
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,
Cries, of itself, No more: now breathless wrong
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease;
And pursy insolence shall break his wind,
With fear, and horrid flight.
.] Sen.

Noble, and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,

8 I cannot read, &c.] There is something elaborately unskilful in the contrivance of sending a Soldier, who cannot read, to take the epithet in wax, only that it may close the play by being read with more solemnity in the last scene. JOHNSON. 9- travers'd arms,] Arms across.

- the time is flush,) A bird is flush when his feathers are grown, and he can leave the nest. Flush is mature.

Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause of fear,
We sent to thee; to give thy rages balm,
To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
Above their quantity.'.

2 Sen. ; . So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love,
By humble message, and by promis'd means;
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
The common stroke of war.
1 Sen.

These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands, from whom
You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such,
That these great towers, trophies, and schools should

For private faults in them.
2 Sen.

: Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you first went out; Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts.? ' March, noble lord, Into our city with thy banners spread: By decimation, and a tithed death, (If thy revenges hunger for that food, Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin'd tenth; And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the spotted.. i Sen.

All have not offended;
For those that were, it is not square,3 to take,
On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin,
Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall


? Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess

Hath broke their hearts.] Shame in excess (i. e. extremity of shame)that they wanted cunning (i. e. that they were not wise enough: not to banish you) hath broke their hearts.

3m not square,] Not regular, not equitable.

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With those that have offended: like a shepherd,
Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth,
But kill not all together.
2 Sen.

What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile,
Than hew to't with thy sword.
1 Sen. . .

Set but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope;
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say, thou'lt enter friendly.
2 Sen.

Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
And not as our confusion, all thy powers
Shall make their barbour in our town, till we
Have seal'd thy full desire.

Then there's my glove;
Descend, and open your uncharged ports;4
Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own,
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof,
Fall, and no more: and,- to atone your fears
With my more noble meaning, -not a man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
But shall be reinedied, to your publick laws
At heaviest answer.

'Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.

The Senators descend, and open the Gates..

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mo upcharged ports;] uncharged means unattucked. 5 to atone your fears With my more noble meaning,] i. e. to reconcile them to it.

-- not a man Shall pass his quarter,] Not a soldier shall quit his station, or be let loose upon you; and, if any commits violence, he shall answer it regularly to the law.

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Enter a Soldier.
Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead;
Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea:
And, on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which
With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of

wretched soul bereft:
Seek not my name : A plague consume you wicked

caitiffs left!
Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:
Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not

here thy gait.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits:
Though thou abhorr’dst in us our human griefs,
Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets

From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
Is noble Timon; of whose memory
Hereafter more.—Bring me into your city,
And I will use the olive with my sword:
Make war breed peace; make peace stint war;

make each
Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.s
Let our drums strike.


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7_ our brain's flow,] Our brains flow is our tears.
*8 _ leech.] i. e. physician.

9 The play of Timon is a domestick tragedy, and therefore
strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there
is not much art, but the incidents are natural, and the characters
various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful
warning against that ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty,
but confers no benefits, and buys flattery, but not friendship.



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