Imatges de pÓgina

i Sen. You undergo too ftri&. a Paradox, Striving to make an ugly Deed look fair: Your Words have took such pains, as if they labour'd To bring Man-flaughter into form, and set quarrelling Upon the head of Valour ; which indeed Is Valour mis-begot, and came into the World When Sects and Fa&ions were newly born. He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that Man can breath, And make his Wrongs his out-lides, To wear them like his Rayment, carelesly, 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.

Alc. My Lord!

1 Sen. You cannot make gross Sins look clear, To revenge is no Valour, but to bear.

Alc. My Lords, then under favour, pardon me z If I speak like a Captain. Why do fond Men expose themselves to Battel, And not endure all Threats? Sleep upon't, And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats, Without repugnancy? 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 the Ass, more Captain than the Lion? The Fellow Loaden with Irons, wiser than the Judge, If Wisdom be in suffering. Oh my Lords, As you are Great, be pitifully Good: Who cannot condemn Rashness in cold Blood? To kill, I grant, is Sin's extreamest Guft, 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 breath in vain.

Alç. In vain?
His Service done at Lacedæmon, and Bizantium,
Were a fufficient Briber for his Life,

I Sen. What's that?

Alc. Why, I say my Lords, h’as done fair Service,
Apd Nain in Fight many of your Enemies :
How full of Valour did he bear himself
In the last Corfi&, and made plenteous Wounds ?

2 Ser. He has made too much plenty with'em,
He's a sworn Rioter; he has a Sin
That often drowns him, and takes his Valour Prisoner.
If there were no Foes, that were enough
To overcome him. In that beastly Fury
He has been known to commit Outrages,
And cherish Factions. 'Tis inferr'd to us,
His Days are foul, and his Drink dangerous.

I Sen. He dies.

Alc. Hard Fate ! he might have dy'd in War.
My Lords, if not for any Parts in him,
Though his right Arm might purchase his own time,
And be in debt to none; yet more to move you,
Take my Deserts to his, and join ’em both.
And for I know, your Reverend Ages love Security,
I'll pawn my Vi&ories, all my Honours to you,
Upon his good returns.
If by this Crime he owes the Law his Life,
Why let the War receive it in valiant Gore;
For Law is ftri&, and War is nothing more.

Sen. We are for Law, he dyes, urge it no more,
On height of our Displeasure: Friend, or Brother,
He forfeits his own Blood, that spills another.

Alc. Must it be so? It must not be:
My Lords, I do beseech you know me.

2 Sen. How?
Alc. Call me to your Remembrances.
3 Sen. What !

Alc. I cannot think but your Age hath forgot me,
It could not else be, I should prove so base,
To sue, and be deny'd such common Grace.
My Wounds ake at you.

i Sen. Do you dare our Anger?
'Tis in few Words, but spacious in effect,
We banish thee for ever.


Alc. Banish me! banish your Dotage, banish Usury,
That makes the Senate ugly.

i Sen. If after two Days shine, Athens contains thee,
Attend our weightier Judgment.
And, not to swell our Spirit,
He shall be Executed presently.

Alc. Now the Gods keep you old enough,
That you may live
Only in Bone, that none may look on you.
I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their Foes
While they have told their Mony, and let out .
Their Coin upon large Interest; I my self,
Rich only in large Hurts. All those, for this?
Is this the Balfom that the usuring Senate,
Pours into Captains Wounds ? Hal Banishment !
It comes not ill: I hate not to be banisht,
It is a Cause worthy for Spleen and Fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My discontented Troops, and lay for Hearts :
·Tis Honour with most Lands to be at odds,
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as Gods. [Exit.

SCENE IV. Timon's House.

Enter divers Senators at several Doors, i Sen. The good time of the Day to you, Sir,

2 Sen. I also wish it to you: I think this honourable Lord did but try us this other Day.

I Son. Úpon that were my Thoughts tiring when we encountred. I hope it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the tryal of his several Friends.

2 Sen. It should not be, by the perswasion of his new Feasting.

I Sen. I mould think so : He hath sent me an earnest invi. ting, which many my near Occasions did urge me to put off: but he hath conjur'd me beyond them, and I must needs appear.

2 Sen. Jo like manner was I in Debt to my importunate bufinefs ; but he would not hear my Excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my Provision was out.

Sen. I am sick of that Grief too, as I understand how

all things go.

2 Sen. Every Man here's so. What would he have borrow

ed of you?

I Sen. A thousand Pieces.
2 Sen, A thousand Pieces !
I Sen. What of you?
Sen. He sent to me, Sir

here he comes. Enter Timon and Attendants. Tim. With all my Heart, Gentlemen both and how fare

૬ I Sen. Ever at the best, hearing well of your Lordship.

2 Sen. The Swallow follows not Summer more willingly, Than we your Lordship.

Tim. Nor more willingly leaves Winter, such Summer Birds are Men. Gentlemen, our Dinner will not recompence this long stay : Feast your Ears with the Mufick å while ; if they will fare so harshly as o'th' Trumpets found ; we shall to't presently.

1 Sen. I hope it remains not unkindly with your Lordship, that I return'd you an empty Messenger.

Tim. o Sir, let it not trouble you.
2 Sen. My noble Lord.
Tim. Ah my good friend, what Cheer?

[The Banquet brought in. 2 Sen. My most honourable Lord, I'm e'en fick of Shame, that when your Lordship t'other Day sent to me, I was so Unfortunate a Beggar.

Tim. Think not on't, Sir.
2 Sen. If you had sent but'two Hours before

Tim. Let it not cumber your better Remembrance.
Come, bring in all together.

2 Sen. All cover'd Difhes ! I Sen. Royal Chear, I warrant you. 3 Sen. Doubt not that, if Mony and the Season can yield it.

Sen. How do you? What's the News ? 3 Sen. Alcibiades is banisht : Hear you of it? Both. Alcibiades banish'd ! 3 Sen. 'Tis fo, be sure of it. I Sen. How? How? 2 Sen. I pray you upon what?

Tim. My worthy Friends, will you draw near? 3 Sen. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble Feast toward. 2 Sen. This is the old Man still. 3 Sen. Will't hold ? Will'c hold? 2 Sen. It does, but time will, and so 3 Sen. I do conceive.

Tim. Each Man to his Stool, with that Spur as he would to the Lip of his Mistress: Your Diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a City Feast of it, to let the Meat cool, e'er

we can agree upon the first place. Sit, Sit. The Gods require our Thanks.

Ton great Benefactors, Sprinkle our Society with Thankful. nefs. For your own Gifts, make your selves prais’d : But reserve ftill to give, left your Deities be despised. Lend to each Man enough, that one need not lend to another. For were your Godheads io borrow of Men, Men would forfake the Gods. Make the Meat be beloved, more than the Man that gives it. Let no Assembly of twenty, be without a Score of Villains. If there fit twelve Women at the Table, let a Dozen of them be as they are the rest of your Fees, O Gods, the Senators of Athens, together with the common lag of People, what is amiss in them, you Gods, make Jutable for Destruction. For these my present friends as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome. Uncover Dogs, and lap.

Some speak. What does his Lordship mean?
Some other. I know not.

Tim. May you a better Feast never behold,
You Knot of Mouth Friends : Smoke, and lukewarm Water
Is your Perfection. This is Timon's last,
Who stuck and spangled you with Flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your Faces
Your reaking Villany. Live loath’d, and long
Most smiling smooth, detested Parasites,
Courteous Destroyers, affable Wolyes, meek Bears,
You Fools of Fortune, Trencher-Friends, Time-flies,
Cap and Knee Slaves, Vapors, and Minute Jacks
Of Man and Beast, the infinite Malady
Crust you quite o'er. What, dost thou go?
Soft, take thy Physick first thou too and thou
[Throwing the Dishes at them, and drives 'em out.


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