2415In pitty of our aged, and our youth,

2416I cannot choose but tell him that I care not,

2417And let him tak't at worst: For their Kniues care not,

2418While you haue throats to answer. For my selfe,

2419There's not a whittle, in th'vnruly Campe,

2420But I do prize it at my loue, before

2421The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leaue you

2422To the protection of the prosperous Gods,

2423As Theeues to Keepers.

2424Stew. Stay not, all's in vaine.

2425Tim. Why I was writing of my Epitaph,

2426It will be seene to morrow. My long sicknesse

2427Of Health, and Liuing, now begins to mend,

2428And nothing brings me all things. Go, liue still,

2429Be Alcibiades your plague; you his,

2430And last so long enough.

24311 We speake in vaine.

2432Tim. But yet I loue my Country, and am not

2433One that reioyces in the common wracke,

2434As common bruite doth put it.

24351 That's well spoke.

2436Tim. Commend me to my louing Countreymen.

24371 These words become your lippes as they passe tho-

2438row them.

24392 And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers

2440In their applauding gates.

2441Tim. Commend me to them,

2442And tell them, that to ease them of their greefes,

2443Their feares of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses,

2444Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes

2445That Natures fragile Vessell doth sustaine

2446In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them,

2447Ile teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath.

24481 I like this well, he will returne againe.

2449Tim. I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Close,

2450That mine owne vse inuites me to cut downe,

2451And shortly must I fell it. Tell my Friends,

2452Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,

2453From high to low throughout, that who so please

2454To stop Affliction, let him take his haste;

2455Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe,

2456And hang himselfe. I pray you do my greeting.

2457Stew. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall

2458Finde him.

2459Tim. Come not to me againe, but say to Athens,

2460Timon hath made his euerlasting Mansion

2461Vpon the Beached Verge of the salt Flood,

2462Who once a day with his embossed Froth

2463The turbulent Surge shall couer; thither come,

2464And let my graue-stone be your Oracle:

2465Lippes, let foure words go by, and Language end:

2466What is amisse, Plague and Infection mend.

2467Graues onely be mens workes, and Death their gaine;

2468Sunne, hide thy Beames, Timon hath done his Raigne.

24701 His discontents are vnremoueably coupled to Na-

2471ture.

24722 Our hope in him is dead: let vs returne,

2473And straine what other meanes is left vnto vs

2474In our deere perill.

24751 It requires swift foot. Exeunt.

24771 Thou hast painfully discouer'd: are his Files

2478As full as thy report?

2479Mes. I haue spoke the least.

2480Besides his expedition promises present approach.

24812 We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.

2482Mes. I met a Currier, one mine ancient Friend,

2483Whom though in generall part we were oppos'd,

2484Yet our old loue made a particular force,

2485And made vs speake like Friends. This man was riding

2486From Alcibiades to Timons Caue,

2487With Letters of intreaty, which imported

2488His Fellowship i'th'cause against your City,

2489In part for his sake mou'd.

24911 Heere come our Brothers.

24923 No talke of Timon, nothing of him expect,

2493The Enemies Drumme is heard, and fearefull scouring

2494Doth choake the ayre with dust: In, and prepare,

2495Ours is the fall I feare, our Foes the Snare. Exeunt

2497Sol. By all description this should be the place.

2498Whose heere? Speake hoa. No answer? What is this?

2499Tymon is dead, who hath out-stretcht his span,

2500Some Beast reade this; There do's not liue a Man.

2501Dead sure, and this his Graue, what's on this Tomb,

2502I cannot read: the Charracter Ile take with wax,

2503Our Captaine hath in euery Figure skill;

2504An ag'd Interpreter, though yong in dayes:

2505Before proud Athens hee's set downe by this,

2506Whose fall the marke of his Ambition is. Exit.

2509Alc. Sound to this Coward, and lasciuious Towne,

2510Our terrible approach.

2513Till now you haue gone on, and fill'd the time

2514With all Licentious measure, making your willes

2515The scope of Iustice. Till now, my selfe and such

2516As slept within the shadow of your power

2517Haue wander'd with our trauerst Armes, and breath'd

2518Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,

2519When crouching Marrow in the bearer strong

2520Cries (of it selfe) no more: Now breathlesse wrong,

2521Shall sit and pant in your great Chaires of ease,

2522And pursie Insolence shall breake his winde

2523With feare and horrid flight.

25241.Sen. Noble, and young;

2525When thy first greefes were but a meere conceit,

2526Ere thou had'st power, or we had cause of feare,

2527We sent to thee, to giue thy rages Balme,

2528To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loues

2529Aboue their quantitie.

25302 So did we wooe

2531Transformed Timon, to our Citties loue

2532By humble Message, and by promist meanes:

2533We were not all vnkinde, nor all deserue

2534The common stroke of warre.

25351 These walles of ours,

2536Were not erected by their hands, from whom

2537You haue receyu'd your greefe: Nor are they such,

2538That these great Towres, Trophees, & Schools shold fall

2539For priuate faults in them.

25402 Nor are they liuing