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I Sen. Here come our brothers.
3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Doth choke the air with duft: In, and prepare ; Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. The Woods. Timon's Cave, and a tomb-stone
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 span: 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 ag'd interpreter, though young in days: Before proud Athens he's set down by this, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.
SCENE V. Before the walls of Athens. 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 fillid 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, Have wander'd with our travers d arms, 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
i Sen. Noble, and young,
2 Sen. So did we woo
i Sen. These walls of ours
2 Sen. Nor are they living,
i Sen. All have not offended
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
2 Sen. What thou wilt,
I 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 harbour in qur town, till we Have feald thy full desire.
ALCIB. Then there's my glove; Descend, and open your uncharged ports : Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Fall, and no more : and, -to atone your
Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken.
The Senators descend, and open the gates,
Enter a SOLDIER.
hem o'the sea :
Soul bereft: Seek not my name : A plague consume you wicked caitiffs left! Here lie I Timon ; who, alive, all living men did bate : Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait. These well express in thee thy latter fpirits : Though thou abhorr'dft in us our human griefs, Scorn’dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets which 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
sword : Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make each Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.Let our drums strike.