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  • Title: Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)

    Timon of Athens.
    2415In pitty of our aged, and our youth,
    I cannot choose but tell him that I care not,
    And let him tak't at worst: For their Kniues care not,
    While you haue throats to answer. For my selfe,
    There's not a whittle, in th'vnruly Campe,
    2420But I do prize it at my loue, before
    The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leaue you
    To the protection of the prosperous Gods,
    As Theeues to Keepers.
    Stew. Stay not, all's in vaine.
    2425Tim. Why I was writing of my Epitaph,
    It will be seene to morrow. My long sicknesse
    Of Health, and Liuing, now begins to mend,
    And nothing brings me all things. Go, liue still,
    Be Alcibiades your plague; you his,
    2430And last so long enough.
    1 We speake in vaine.
    Tim. But yet I loue my Country, and am not
    One that reioyces in the common wracke,
    As common bruite doth put it.
    24351 That's well spoke.
    Tim. Commend me to my louing Countreymen.
    1 These words become your lippes as they passe tho-
    row them.
    2 And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers
    2440In their applauding gates.
    Tim. Commend me to them,
    And tell them, that to ease them of their greefes,
    Their feares of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses,
    Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes
    2445That Natures fragile Vessell doth sustaine
    In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them,
    Ile teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath.
    1 I like this well, he will returne againe.
    Tim. I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Close,
    2450That mine owne vse inuites me to cut downe,
    And shortly must I fell it. Tell my Friends,
    Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
    From high to low throughout, that who so please
    To stop Affliction, let him take his haste;
    2455Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe,
    And hang himselfe. I pray you do my greeting.
    Stew. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall
    Finde him.
    Tim. Come not to me againe, but say to Athens,
    2460Timon hath made his euerlasting Mansion
    Vpon the Beached Verge of the salt Flood,
    Who once a day with his embossed Froth
    The turbulent Surge shall couer; thither come,
    And let my graue-stone be your Oracle:
    2465Lippes, let foure words go by, and Language end:
    What is amisse, Plague and Infection mend.
    Graues onely be mens workes, and Death their gaine;
    Sunne, hide thy Beames, Timon hath done his Raigne.
    Exit Timon.
    24701 His discontents are vnremoueably coupled to Na-
    2 Our hope in him is dead: let vs returne,
    And straine what other meanes is left vnto vs
    In our deere perill.
    24751 It requires swift foot.

    Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger.

    1 Thou hast painfully discouer'd: are his Files
    As full as thy report?
    Mes. I haue spoke the least.
    2480Besides his expedition promises present approach.
    2 We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.
    Mes. I met a Currier, one mine ancient Friend,
    Whom though in generall part we were oppos'd,
    Yet our old loue made a particular force,
    2485And made vs speake like Friends. This man was riding
    From Alcibiades to Timons Caue,
    With Letters of intreaty, which imported
    His Fellowship i'th'cause against your City,
    In part for his sake mou'd.

    Enter the other Senators.
    1 Heere come our Brothers.
    3 No talke of Timon, nothing of him expect,
    The Enemies Drumme is heard, and fearefull scouring
    Doth choake the ayre with dust: In, and prepare,
    2495Ours is the fall I feare, our Foes the Snare.

    Enter a Souldier in the Woods, seeking Timon.
    Sol. By all description this should be the place.
    Whose heere? Speake hoa. No answer? What is this?
    Tymon is dead, who hath out-stretcht his span,
    2500Some Beast reade this; There do's not liue a Man.
    Dead sure, and this his Graue, what's on this Tomb,
    I cannot read: the Charracter Ile take with wax,
    Our Captaine hath in euery Figure skill;
    An ag'd Interpreter, though yong in dayes:
    2505Before proud Athens hee's set downe by this,
    Whose fall the marke of his Ambition is.

    Trumpets sound.
    Enter Alcibiades with his Powers
    before Athens.

    Alc. Sound to this Coward, and lasciuious Towne,
    2510Our terrible approach.
    Sounds a Parly.
    The Senators appeare vpon the wals.
    Till now you haue gone on, and fill'd the time
    With all Licentious measure, making your willes
    2515The scope of Iustice. Till now, my selfe and such
    As slept within the shadow of your power
    Haue wander'd with our trauerst Armes, and breath'd
    Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,
    When crouching Marrow in the bearer strong
    2520Cries (of it selfe) no more: Now breathlesse wrong,
    Shall sit and pant in your great Chaires of ease,
    And pursie Insolence shall breake his winde
    With feare and horrid flight.
    1.Sen. Noble, and young;
    2525When thy first greefes were but a meere conceit,
    Ere thou had'st power, or we had cause of feare,
    We sent to thee, to giue thy rages Balme,
    To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loues
    Aboue their quantitie.
    25302 So did we wooe
    Transformed Timon, to our Citties loue
    By humble Message, and by promist meanes:
    We were not all vnkinde, nor all deserue
    The common stroke of warre.
    25351 These walles of ours,
    Were not erected by their hands, from whom
    You haue receyu'd your greefe: Nor are they such,
    That these great Towres, Trophees, & Schools shold fall
    For priuate faults in them.
    25402 Nor are they liuing