In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.

2 Sen. I like this well; he will return again.
Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close,

That mine own use invites me to cut down,
And shortly must I fell it; tell my friends,
Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,

And hang himself. - I pray you, do my greeting.

Flav. Trouble him no farther; thus you still shall find him.

Tim. Come not to me again; but say to Athens,

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
Whom once a day with his embossed froth
The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come,
And let my grave-stone be your oracle.

Lips, let sour words go by, and language end:
What is amiss, plague and infection mend!

Graves only be men's works, and death their gain.

Sun, hide thy beams: Timon hath done his reign. [Exit TIMON. 1 Sen. His discontents are unremovably coupled to nature.

2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead. Let us return,

And strain what other means is left unto us

SCENE III.

The Walls of Athens.

Enter two Senators, and a Messenger.

1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd: are his files

As full as thy report?
Mess.

I have spoke the least;

Besides, his expedition promises
Present approach.

[Exeunt. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend,

Whom, though in general part we were oppos'd,
Yet our old love made a particular force,
And made us speak like friends: - this man was riding

From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,

With letters of entreaty, which imported

His fellowship i' the cause against your city,

In part for his sake mov'd.

1 Sen.

Enter Senators from TIMON.

Here come our brothers.

3 Sen. No talk of Timon; nothing of him expect.

The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring
Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare:
Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

The Woods. TIMON's Cave, and a Tomb-stone seen.

Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON.

Sold. By all description this should be the place.
Who's here? speak, ho! - No answer? - What is this?
Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span :
Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man.
Dead, sure, and this grave. - What's on this tomb
I cannot read; the character I 'll take with wax :

Our captain hath in every figure skill;

An ag'd interpreter, though young in days.
Before proud Athens he 's set down by this,

Whose fall the mark of his ambition is.

[Exit.

SCENE V.

Before the Walls of Athens.

Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES, and Forces.

Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town

Our terrible approach.

[A Parley sounded.

Enter Senators on the Walls.

Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice: till now, myself, and such
As slept within the shadow of your power,

Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,
Cries of itself, "No more:" now breathless wrong
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease;

And pursy insolence shall break his wind

With fear, and horrid flight.

1 Sen.

Noble, and young,

When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause of fear,
We sent to thee; to give thy rages balm,

To wipe out our ingratitude with loves

Above their quantity.

Transformed Timon to our city's love,

By humble message, and by promis'd means:

We were not all unkind, nor all deserve

The common stroke of war.

1 Sen.

These walls of ours

Were not erected by their hands, from whom

You have receiv'd your grief: nor are they such,

That these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall

For private faults in them.

2 Sen.

Nor are they living,

Who were the motives that you first went out;
Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess
Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
Into our city with thy banners spread :

By decimation, and a tithed death,

(If thy revenges hunger for that food
Which nature loaths) take thou the destin'd tenth;

And by the hazard of the spotted die,

Let die the spotted. 1 Sen.

All have not offended;
For those that were, it is not square to take,
On those that are, revenge: crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin,
Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
With those that have offended. Like a shepherd,
Approach the fold, and cull th' infected forth,
But kill not altogether.

Set but thy foot

Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope,

So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,

To say, thou 'lt enter friendly.

2 Sen.

Or any token of thine honour else,

Throw thy glove,

That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,

And not as our confusion, all thy powers

Shall make their harbour in our town, till we

Have seal'd thy full desire.

Alcib.

Then, there's my glove:

Descend, and open your uncharged ports.
Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own,
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof,
Fall, and no more; and, - to atone your fears
With my more noble meaning, - not a man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
But shall be remedied to your public laws
At heaviest answer.

Both.

'T is most nobly spoken.

Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.

[The Senators descend, and open the Gates

Enter a Soldier.

Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead;

Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea:
And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which
With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Interprets for my poor ignorance.

Alcib. [Reads.] "Here lies a wretched corse of wretched

soul bereft:

Seek not my name. A plague consume you wicked caitiffs left!
Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:

Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait."
These well express in thee thy latter spirits :
Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs,
Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit

Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
On thy low grave on faults forgiven. Dead
Is noble Timon; of whose memory

Hereafter more. - Bring me into your city,

And I will use the olive with my sword:

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

Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.

Let our drums strike.

[Exeunt.