company Each man apart, all fingle and alone, [To the Painter. Come not near him. If thou wouldst not refide [To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon. Hence, pack, there's gold; ye came for gold, ye flaves; You have work for me; there's your payment, hence! You are an Alchymift, make gold of that: Out, rafcal dogs! Flav. [Beating, and driving 'em out. Enter Flavius and two Senators. is in vain that you would speak with Timon: For he is fet fo only to himself, That nothing but himself, which looks like man, 1 Sen. Bring us to his Cave. It is our part and promise to th' Athenians 2 Sen. At all times alike Men are not still the fame; 'twas time and griefs That fram'd him thus. Time, with his fairer hand Offering the fortunes of his former days, The former man may make him; bring us to him, And chance it as it may. Flav. Here is his Cave: Peace and Content be here, lord Timon! Timon! Enter Timon out of his Cave. Tim. Thou Sun, that comfort'ft, burn! Speak, Speak, and be hang'd; For each true word a blifter, and each false 1 Sen. Worthy Timon. Tim. Of none but fuch as you, and you of Timon. 2 Sen. The fenators of Athens greet thee, Timon. Tim. I thank them. And would fend them back the plague, Could I but catch it for them. 1 Sen. O, forget What we are forry for ourselves, in thee: The Senators, with one confent of love, 2 Sen. They confefs Tow'rd thee forgetfulnefs, too general, grofs; A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal And fends forth us to make their forrowed Tender, Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; Tim. You witch me in it, Surprize me to the very brink of tears: 1 Sen. Therefore so please thee to return with us, Of Of Alcibiades th' approaches wild, Who, like a boar too favage, doth root up 2 Sen. And shakes his threatning fword Againft the walls of Athens. 1 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. If he fack fair Athens, Of contumelious, beastly, mad brain'd war; I cannot chufe but tell him, that I care not. But I do prize it at my love, before The reverend'ft throat in Athens. So I leave you Flav. Stay not, all's in vain. Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, It will be feen to-morrow. My long fickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. Go, live ftill; Be Alcibiades your plague; you his; And laft fo long enough! 1 Sen. We speak in vain. Tim. But yet I love my Country, and am not One that rejoices in the common wreck, As common Bruit doth put it. 1 Sen. That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen. 1 Sen. These words become your lips, as they pafs thro' them. 2 Sen. 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, In life's uncertain voyage, I will do Some kindness to them, teach them to prevent 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. From high to low throughout, that whofo please Tim. Come not to me again, but fay to Athens, his nature. 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead; let us return, And ftain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. 1 Sen. It requires fwift foot. [Exeunt. SCENE Changes to the Walls of Athens. Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger. THO 1 Sen. HOU haft painfully discover'd; are his files As full as thy report? Mef. I have spoke the least. Befides, his expedition promifes 2 Sen. We ftand much hazard, if they bring not Timon. Mef. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend; Who, though in general part we were oppos'd, Yet our old love made a particular force, And made us fpeak like friends. This man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's Cave, With letters of intreaty, which imported His fellowship i' th' Cause against your City, part for his fake mov'd. In Enter the other Senators. 1 Sen. Here comes our Brothers. 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.— The enemies' Drum is heard, and fearful Scouring Doth choak the air with duft. In, and prepare ; Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the fnare. [Exeunt. Enter a Soldier in the Woods, feeking Timon. Sol. By all Defcription this fhould be the place. Who's here? fpeak, ho. -No answer? What is this? -- Timon is dead, who hath out-ftretch'd his span; * Some |