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Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
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, And 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 receiv'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?
me; 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;
thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell
our spirit, He shall be executed presently. (Ereunt 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.
S.CE NE VI.
A MAGNIFICENT ROOM IN TIMON'S HOUSE.
Musick. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter
divers Lords, at several doors.
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 encounter'd: 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
1 Lord. I should think so: He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.
2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my excuse.
I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.
i Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go.
2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have borrow'd of you?
1 Lord. A thousand pieces.
Enter Timon, and Attendants. Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both:-And how fare you?
i Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing, than we your lordship.
Tim. [Aside.] Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer-birds are men.—Gentlemen, our dinner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the musick a-while; if they will fare so harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't presently.
i Lord, I hope, it remains not unkindly with your lordship, that I return'd you an empty messenger.
Tim. (), sir, let it not trouble you.
[The banquet brought in. 2 Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame, that, when your lordship this other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.
Tim. Think not on't, sir.
Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance.- Come, bring in all together.
2 Lord. All cover'd dishes!
3 Lord. Doubt not that, if money, and the season can yield it.
1 Lord. How do you? What's the news? S Lord. Alcibiades is banish’d: Hear you of it? 1 & 2 Lord. Alcibiades banish'd! 3. Lord. 'Tis so, be sure of it. 1 Lord. How? how? 2 Lord. I pray you, upon what? Tim. My worthy friends, will you draw near?
3 Lord. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.
2 Lord. This is the old man still.
Tim. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress: your diet shall be in all places alike.. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place: Sit, sit. The gods require our thanks.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised: but reserve still to give, lest your dcities be despised. Lend to each man enough, that one need not lend to another: for, were your godheads to borrow of men, men would forsake the gods. Make the meat be beloved, more than the man that gives it. assembly of twenty be without a score of villains: If there sit twelve women at the table, let a dozen of them be—as they are.—The rest of your fees, O gods, the senators of Athens, together with the common lag of people, —what is amiss in them, you gods, make suitable for destruction. For these my present friends,