Luc. Five thousand crowns, my Lord.. Tim. Five thousand drops pay that. What yours and yours? Var. My Lord Cap. My Lord Tim. Here tear me,. take me, and the gods fall on you. [Exit. Hor. Faith, I perceive, our mafters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may be well call'd defperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Re-enter Timon and Flavius. [Exeunt. Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the flaves. Creditors!-devils. Flav. My dear Lord, Tim. What if it should be fo ? Flav. My dear Lord, Tim. I'll have it fo-My steward! Flav. Here, my Lord.. Tim. So fitly!-Go, bid all my friends again,. Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius. All. I'll once more feaft the raícals. Flav. O my Lord! You only speak from your diftracted foul: Tim. Be it not thy care: Go, and invite them all, let in the tide Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide. [Exeunt SCENE changes to the Senate-house. Senators, and Alcibiades. 1 Sen. MY Lord, you have my voice to't, the fault's "Tis neceffary he fhould die; 'em. [bloody; Nothing emboldens fin fo much as mercy. Alc. virtues : Ale. I am an humble fuitor to your Of virtuous honour, which buys out his fault; And with fuch fober and unnoted paffion 1 Sen. You undergo too ftrict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair: Your words have took fuch pains, as if they labour'd To bring it into danger. If wrongs be evils, and inforce us kill, Alc. My Lord, I Sen. You cannot make grofs fins look clear, It is not valour to revenge, but bear. Alc. My Lords, then, under favour, pardon me, Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, Abroad? Abroad? why then, fure, women are more valiant, Who cannot condemn rafhnefs in cold blood? But who is man, that is not angry? 2 Sen. You breathe in vain. Alc. I fay, my Lords, h'as done fair fervice, In the laft conflict, and made plenteous wounds? That often drowns him, and takes valour prifoner. Alc. Hard fate! he might have died in war. (Though his right arm might purchase his own time, My honours to you, on his good returns. For For law is ftrict, and war is nothing more. 1 Sen. We are for law, he dies, urge it no more, My Lords, I do befeech you, know me. 2 Sen. How? Alc. Call me to your remembrances. 3 Sen. What! Alc. I cannot think, but your age hath forgot me To fue, and be deny'd fuch common grace. 1 Sen. Do you dare our anger? 'Tis in few words, but fpacious in effect; We banish thee for ever. Alc. Banifh me! Banish your dotage, banish ufury, That make the fenate ugly. 1 Sen. If, after two days fhine, Athens contains thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, (not to fwell our fpirit) [Exeunt. Alc. Gods keep you old enough, that you may live Only in bone, that none may look on you! I'm worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, Soldiers as little should brook wrongs, as gods. [Exit. Sen. SCENE changes to Timon's House, Enter divers Senators at feveral doors. "TH HE good time of the day to you, Sir. 2 Sen. I also with it to you: I think, this honourable Lord did but try us this other day. 1 Sen. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountred. I hope, it is not fo low with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his feveral friends.. 2 Sen. It should not be, by the perfuafion of his new feafting. 1 Sen. I fhould think fo: he hath fent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occafions did urge me to put off but he hath conjur'd me beyond them, and I muft needs appear. 2 Sen. In like manner was I in debt to my importunate bufinefs; but he would not hear my excufe. I am forry, when he fent to borrow of me, that my provifion was out. 1 Sen. I am fick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go. 2 Sen. Every man here's fo. What would he have borrow'd of you ? 1 Sen. A thousand pieces. 2 Sen. A thousand pieces! 1 Sen. What of you? 3 Sen. He fent to me, Sir-here he comes. Enter Timon and Attendants. Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both-and how fare you? Sen. Ever at the best, hearing well of your Lordship. a Sen. The fwallow follows not fummer more willingly, than we your Lordship. Tim. Nor more willingly leaves winter: fuch fummer-birds are men.-Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompenfe this long ftay: feaft your ears with the mufick awhile; if they will fare fo harfhly as on the trumpets found: we shall to't presently. & Sen |