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- $Title{Timon of Athens: Act V, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01550.TXT}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- TIMON OF ATHENS
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- ACT V
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- SCENE IV: Before the walls of Athens.
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- {Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES with his powers.}
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- ALCIBIADES: Sound to this coward and lascivious town
- Our terrible approach.
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- [A parley sounded.]
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- {Enter Senators on the walls.}
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- Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time
- With all licentious measure, making your wills
- The scope of justice; till now myself and such
- As slept within the shadow of your power
- Have wander'd with our traversed arms and breathed
- Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush,
- When crouching marrow in the bearer strong
- Cries of itself 'No more:' now breathless wrong 10
- Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease,
- And pursy insolence shall break his wind
- With fear and horrid flight.
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- First Senator: Noble and young,
- When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
- Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear,
- We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm,
- To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
- Above their quantity.
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- Second Senator: So did we woo
- Transformed Timon to our city's love
- By humble message and by promised means: 20
- We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
- The common stroke of war.
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- First Senator: These walls of ours
- Were not erected by their hands from whom
- You have received your griefs; nor are they such
- That these great towers, trophies and schools
- should fall
- For private faults in them.
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- Second Senator: Nor are they living
- Who were the motives that you first went out;
- Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess
- Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
- Into our city with thy banners spread: 30
- By decimation, and a tithed death--
- If thy revenges hunger for that food
- Which nature loathes--take thou the destined tenth,
- And by the hazard of the spotted die
- Let die the spotted.
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- First Senator: All have not offended;
- For those that were, it is not square to take
- On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
- Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
- Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:
- Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin 40
- Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
- With those that have offended: like a shepherd,
- Approach the fold and cull the infected forth,
- But kill not all together.
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- Second Senator: What thou wilt,
- Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
- Than hew to't with thy sword.
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- First Senator : Set but thy foot
- Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope;
- So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
- To say thou'lt enter friendly.
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- Second Senator: Throw thy glove,
- Or any token of thine honor else, 50
- That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress
- And not as our confusion, all thy powers
- Shall make their harbor in our town, till we
- Have seal'd thy full desire.
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- ALCIBIADES: Then there's my glove;
- Descend, and open your uncharged ports:
- Those enemies of Timon's and mine own
- Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof
- Fall and no more: and, to atone your fears
- With my more noble meaning, not a man
- Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream 60
- Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
- But shall be render'd to your public laws
- At heaviest answer.
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- Both: 'Tis most nobly spoken.
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- ALCIBIADES: Descend, and keep your words.
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- [The Senators descend, and open the gates.]
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- {Enter Soldier.}
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- Soldier: My noble general, Timon is dead;
- Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea;
- And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which
- With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
- Interprets for my poor ignorance.
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- ALCIBIADES: [Reads the epitaph] 'Here lies a
- wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft: 70
- Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
- caitiffs left!
- Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men
- did hate:
- Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay
- not here thy gait.'
- These well express in thee thy latter spirits:
- Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs,
- Scorn'dst our brain's flow and those our
- droplets which
- From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
- Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
- On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
- Is noble Timon: of whose memory 80
- Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
- And I will use the olive with my sword,
- Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each
- Prescribe to other as each other's leech.
- Let our drums strike.
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- [Exeunt.]
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