If where thou art, two Villaines shall not be, Out Rascall dogges. Enter Steward, and two Senators. slaves. Stew. It is vaine that you would speake with Timon: For he is set so onely to himselfe, That nothing but himselfe, which lookes like man, Is friendly with him. It is our part and promise to th'Athenians To speake with Timon. Men are not still the same: 'twas Time and Greefes The former man may make him: bring us to him Stew. Peace and content be heere. Heere is his Cave: Lord Timon, Timon, Looke out, and speake to Friends: Th'Athenians By two of their most reverend Senate greet thee: Enter Timon out of his Cave. Tim. Thou Sunne that comforts burne, Speake and be hang'd: For each true word, a blister, and each false Be as a Cantherizing to the root o'th'Tongue, Consuming it with speaking. Worthy Timon. Exeunt. Tim. Of none but such as you, And you of Timon. I The Senators of Athens, greet thee Timon. What we are sorry for our selves in thee: The Senators, with one consent of love, Intreate thee backe to Athens, who have thought For thy best use and wearing. 2 They confesse Toward thee, forgetfulnesse too generall grosse ; A lacke of Timons ayde, hath since withall And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render, Ever to read them thine. Tim. You witch me in it; Surprize me to the very brinke of teares ; Who like a Bore too savage, doth root up Tim. Well sir, I will: therefore I will sir thus : If Alcibiades kill my Countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon, That Timon cares not. But if he sacke faire Athens, Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd warre : In 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 Knives care not, While you have throats to answer. For my selfe, There's not a whittle, in th'unruly Campe, But I do prize it at my love, before The reverends Throat in Athens. So I leave you As Theeves to Keepers. Stea. Stay not, all's in vaine. Tim. Why I was writing of my Epitaph, It will be seene to morrow. My long sicknesse Of Health, and Living, now begins to mend. And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still, And last so long enough. We speake in vaine, Tim. But yet I love my Country, and am not One that rejoyces in the common wracke, As common bruite doth put it. 1. That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving Countreymen. I These words become your lippes as they passe thorow them. 2 And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers In their applauding gates. Tim. In lifes uncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them, 1 I like this well, he will returne againe. Tim. I have a Tree which growes heere in my Close, That mine owne use invites And shortly must I fell it. me to cut downe, Tell my Friends, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that who so please Tim. Come not to me againe, but say to Athens, Lippes, let foure words go by, and Language end: Exit Timon. In our deere perill. I It requires swift foot. Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger. I Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his Files Mes. 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 love made a particular force, And made us speake like Friends. This man was riding With Letters of intreaty, which imported His Fellowship i'th'cause against your City, In part for his sake mov'd. Exeunt. Enter the other Senators. Heere come our Brothers. I 3 No talke of Timon, nothing of him expect, The Enemies Drumme is heard, and fearefull scouring Enter a Souldier in the Woods, seeking Timon. Exeunt. Sol. By all description this should be the place. Exit. |