With my more noble meaning,—not a man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
But shall be remedied by1 your public laws
At heaviest answer.

Both.

'Tis most nobly spoken.

Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.

[The Senators descend, and open the Gates.
Enter a Soldier.

Sold. 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.

Alcib. [Reads.] "Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft :

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 later 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.

Is noble Timon; of whose memory

Dead

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.

1 to in f. e. Dyce reads: render'd to.

[Exeunt.

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