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2 Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has

no house to put his head in ? Such may rail against great e buildings.

Tit. O, here's Servilius ; now we shall know
Some answer.

Serv. If I might beseech you, gentlemen,
To repair some other hour, I should much
Derive from it: for, take it on my soul,
My lord leans wond'rously to discontent.
His comfortable temper has forsook him ;
He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber.

Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers, are not sick ;
And, if it be so far beyond his health,
Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts,
And make a clear way to the gods.

Ser. Good gods !
Tit. We cannot take this for an answer, sir.
Flam. [within.) Servilius, help!-my lord ! my lord !

Enter Timon, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following.
Tim. What, are my doors oppos’d against my passage
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol ?
The place, which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

Luc. Serv. Put in now, Titus.
Tit. My lord, here is my

Luc. Serv. Here's mine.
Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.
Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord.
Phi. All our bills.
Tim. Knock me down with 'em :8 cleave me to the gir-
Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord,-

Tim. Cut my heart in sums.
Tit. Mine, fifty talents.
Tim. Tell out my blood.
Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord.
Tim. Five thousand drops pays that.-

1 Var. Serv. My lord,-
81 Timon catches at the word bills, and alludes to the bills or battle-nces, which
the ancient soldiery carrieu, and were still used by the watch in Shakespeare's time.





2 Var. Serv. My lord,
Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall on you! [Exit.

Hor. 'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their
caps at their money ; these debts may well be called
desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Timon and FLAVIUS.
Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the
Creditors !_devils.

(slaves :
Flav. My dear lord,-
Tim. What if it should be so ?
Flov. My lord,
Tim. I'll have it so :--My steward !
Flav. Here, my lord.

Tim. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all :
I'll once more feast the rascals.

Flar. O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.

Tim. Be't not in thy care ; go,
I charge thee; invite them all : let in the tide
Of knaves once more ; my cook and I'll provide.

The same.

The Senate-House. The Senate sitting. Enter

ALCIBIADES, attended.
1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's
Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die :
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

2 Sen. Most true ; the law shall bruise him.
Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
1 Sen. Now, captain ?

Alcib. I am an humble suitor to your virtues ;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath steep'd into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge into it.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,'
(1) Putting this action of his, which was pre-determinad by fate, out of the ques




Of comely virtues ;
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice ;
(An honour in him, which buys out his fault)
But, with a noble fury, and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touch'd to death,
He did oppose his foe :
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger,' ere 'twas spent,
As if he had but prov'd an argument.

1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox,'
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair :
Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour ; which, indeed,
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born :
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs
His outsides ; wear them like his raiment, carelessly ;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis, to hazard life for ill ?

Alcib. My lord,

1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear ; To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I speak like a captain.Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And not endure all threatnings ? sleep upon it, And let the foes quietly cut their throats, Without repugnancy ? but if there be Such valour in the bearing, what make we Abroad ?" why then, women are more valiant, That stay at home, if bearing carry it; And th’ ass, more captain than the lion ; the felon, Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge, If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, As you are great, be pitifully good : Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood ? To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust ;' (2) Unnoted, for common, bounded.---Behave, for curb, manage. WARBURTON. (3) You undertake a paradox too hard. What do we, or what have

we to do in the field

? 151 I believe gust means rashness. The allusion may be to a sudden gust of wind




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But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
To be in anger, is impiety ;
But who is man, that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.

2 Sen. You breathe in vain.

Alcib. In vain ? his service done At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium, Were a sufficient briber for his life.

1 Sen. What's that?

Alcib. Why I say, my lords, h’as done fair service,
And slain in fight many of your enemies :
How full of valour did he bear himself
In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds :

2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he
Is a sworn rioter : h’as a sin that often
Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
If there were no foes, that were enough alone
To overcome him : in that beastly fury
He has bcen known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions : "Tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.

1 Sen. He dies.

Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in him,
(Though his right arm might purchase his own time,
Ànd be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you,
Take my deserts to his, and join them both :
And, for I know, your reverend ages love
Security, I'll pawn my victories, all
My honour to you, upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore ;
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

1 Sen. We are for law, he dies ; urge it no more, On height of our displeasure : Friend, or brother, He forfeits his own blood, that spills another.

Alcib. Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me.

2 Sen. How ? Alcib. Call nie to your remembrances. 3 Sen. What ? Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me ; (6) I call mercy herself to witness, that defensive violence is just. JOHNSON. A sworn rioter, is a man who

practises rit, as if he had by an oaib made it his duty. JOHN. [8] He charges theni obliquely with being usurers. JOHNSON.

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It could not else be, I should prove so base,
To sue, and be denied such common grace :
My wounds ache at,you.
1 Sen. Do you dare our anger

'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
We banish thee forever.

Alcib. Banish me ? Banish your dotage ; banish

usury, That makes the senate ugly.

1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our

spirit, He shall be executed presently. [Exeunt Senators.

Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough ; that you

may live

Only in bone, that none may look on you!
I am worse than mad : I have kept back their foes,
While they have told their money, and let out
Their coin upon large interest ; I myself,
Rich only in large hurts ; --All those, for this ?
Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
Pours into captains' wounds ? ha ! banishment ?
It comes not ill ; I hate not to be banish'd ;
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds ;
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods. [Exit


SCENE VI. A magnificent Room in Timon's House. Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords at several doors.

1 Lord. The good time of day to you, sir.

2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable lord did but try us this other day.

1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring,' when we encountered : I hope, it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.

2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.

(91 Base for dishonoured. WARBURTON. [1] Not to swell our spirit, I believe, means, not to put ourselves into any tamour of rage, take our definitive resolution. STEEVENS.

(2) A hawk, I think, is said to tire when she amuses herself with pecking a phea. sant's wing or any thing that puts her in mind of prey. To tire upon a thing, thers fore, is to be idly employed upon it.


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