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Tim. Thou he hang d: .
and each false
For each true word, a blister! and each false
7 — with one consent of love,] With one united voice of affection.
8 — sorrowed render,] Render is confession.
9 Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;] The speaker means, a recompense that shall more than counterpoise their of fences, though weighed with the most scrupulous exactness.
Ever to read them thine.
You witch me in it;
i Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
2 Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens. i Sen.
Therefore, Timon,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 sack fair Athens, And take our goodly aged men by the beards, Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war; Then, let him know,--and tell him, Timon speaks it, In pity 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 myself, There's not a whittle” in the unruly camp, But I do prize it at my love, before The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
"Allow'd with absolute power,] Allowed is licensed, privileged, uncontrolled.
• There's not a whittle,] A whittle is still in the midland counties the common name for a pocket clasp knife, such as children use. Chaucer speaks of a Sheffield thwittell."
As seno cornese
To the protection of the prosperous gods,
Stay not, all's in vain.
We speak in vain.
That's well spoke. · Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,
I Sen. These words become your lips as they pass ...i through them.
2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers In their applauding gates. Tim
Commend me to them; And tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain 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,'
- My long sickness -] The disease of life begins to promise me a period. - bruit -] i. e, report, rumour.
in the sequence of degree,] Methodically, from highest to lowest.
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
[Exit TIMON. Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature.
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril.? 2 Sen.
It requires swift foot. [Exeunt,
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.
6 - embossed froth - ] Embossed froth, is swollen froth; from bosse, Fr. a tumour.
? In our dear peril.] Dear, in Shakspeare's language, is dire, dreadful, but may, in the present instance, signify immediate, or imminent.
I have spoke the least: Besides, his expedition promises Present approach. 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not
Enter Senators from TIMON. | Sen. .
Here come our brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him ex
! pect.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.
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 his grave.