2541Who were the motiues that you first went out,

2542(Shame that they wanted, cunning in excesse)

2543Hath broke their hearts. March, Noble Lord,

2544Into our City with thy Banners spred,

2545By decimation and a tythed death;

2546If thy Reuenges hunger for that Food

2547Which Nature loathes, take thou the destin'd tenth,

2548And by the hazard of the spotted dye,

2549Let dye the spotted.

25501 All haue not offended:

2551For those that were, it is not square to take

2552On those that are, Reuenge: Crimes, like Lands

2553Are not inherited, then deere Countryman,

2554Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,

2555Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin

2556Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall

2557With those that haue offended, like a Shepheard,

2558Approach the Fold, and cull th'infected forth,

2559But kill not altogether.

25602 What thou wilt,

2561Thou rather shalt inforce it with thy smile,

2562Then hew too't, with thy Sword.

25631 Set but thy foot

2564Against our rampyr'd gates, and they shall ope:

2565So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,

2566To say thou't enter Friendly.

25672 Throw thy Gloue,

2568Or any Token of thine Honour else,

2569That thou wilt vse the warres as thy redresse,

2570And not as our Confusion: All thy Powers

2571Shall make their harbour in our Towne, till wee

2572Haue seal'd thy full desire.

2573Alc. Then there's my Gloue,

2574Defend and open your vncharged Ports,

2575Those Enemies of Timons, and mine owne

2576Whom you your selues shall set out for reproofe,

2577Fall and no more; and to attone your feares

2578With my more Noble meaning, not a man

2579Shall passe his quarter, or offend the streame

2580Of Regular Iustice in your Citties bounds,

2581But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes

2582At heauiest answer.

2583Both. 'Tis most Nobly spoken.

2584Alc. Descend, and keepe your words.

2586Mes. My Noble Generall, Timon is dead,

2587Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o'th'Sea,

2588And on his Grauestone, this Insculpture which

2589With wax I brought away: whose soft Impression

2590Interprets for my poore ignorance.

2596These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:

2597Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes,

2598Scornd'st our Braines flow, and those our droplets, which

2599From niggard Nature fall; yet Rich Conceit

2600Taught thee to make vast Neptune weepe for aye

2601On thy low Graue, on faults forgiuen. Dead

2602Is Noble Timon, of whose Memorie

2603Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie,

2604And I will vse the Oliue, with my Sword:

2605Make war breed peace; make peace stint war, make each

2606Prescribe to other, as each others Leach.

2607Let our Drummes strike. Exeunt.