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

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Timon of Athens (Folio 1, 1623)

    98Timon of Athens.
    Who were the motiues that you first went out,
    (Shame that they wanted, cunning in excesse)
    Hath broke their hearts. March, Noble Lord,
    Into our City with thy Banners spred,
    2545By decimation and a tythed death;
    If thy Reuenges hunger for that Food
    Which Nature loathes, take thou the destin'd tenth,
    And by the hazard of the spotted dye,
    Let dye the spotted.
    25501 All haue not offended:
    For those that were, it is not square to take
    On those that are, Reuenge: Crimes, like Lands
    Are not inherited, then deere Countryman,
    Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,
    2555Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin
    Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
    With those that haue offended, like a Shepheard,
    Approach the Fold, and cull th'infected forth,
    But kill not altogether.
    25602 What thou wilt,
    Thou rather shalt inforce it with thy smile,
    Then hew too't, with thy Sword.
    1 Set but thy foot
    Against our rampyr'd gates, and they shall ope:
    2565So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
    To say thou't enter Friendly.
    2 Throw thy Gloue,
    Or any Token of thine Honour else,
    That thou wilt vse the warres as thy redresse,
    2570And not as our Confusion: All thy Powers
    Shall make their harbour in our Towne, till wee
    Haue seal'd thy full desire.
    Alc. Then there's my Gloue,
    Defend and open your vncharged Ports,
    2575Those Enemies of Timons, and mine owne
    Whom you your selues shall set out for reproofe,
    Fall and no more; and to attone your feares
    With my more Noble meaning, not a man
    Shall passe his quarter, or offend the streame
    2580Of Regular Iustice in your Citties bounds,
    But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes
    At heauiest answer.
    Both. 'Tis most Nobly spoken.
    Alc. Descend, and keepe your words.
    2585 Enter a Messenger .
    Mes. My Noble Generall, Timon is dead,
    Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o'th'Sea,
    And on his Grauestone, this Insculpture which
    With wax I brought away: whose soft Impression
    2590Interprets for my poore ignorance.

    Alcibiades reades the Epitaph.
    Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft,
    Seek not my name: A Plague consume you, wicked Caitifs left:
    Heere lye I Timon, who aliue, all liuing men did hate,
    2595Passe by, and curse thy fill, but passe and stay not here thy gate.
    These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:
    Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes,
    Scornd'st our Braines flow, and those our droplets, which
    From niggard Nature fall; yet Rich Conceit
    2600Taught thee to make vast Neptune weepe for aye
    On thy low Graue, on faults forgiuen. Dead
    Is Noble Timon, of whose Memorie
    Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie,
    And I will vse the Oliue, with my Sword:
    2605Make war breed peace; make peace stint war, make each
    Prescribe to other, as each others Leach.
    Let our Drummes strike. Exeunt.
    FINIS.

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