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1 Sen. You undergo too ftri&. a Paradox, Striving to make an ugly Deed look fair: Your Words have took such pains, as if they labour'd To bring Man-slaughter into form, and set quarrelling Upon the head of Valour ; which indeed Is Valour mis-begot, and came into the World When Sects and Fa&ions were newly born. He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that Man can breath, And make his Wrongs his out-lides, To wear them like his Rayment, carelesly, 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.
Alc. My Lord!
1 Sen. You cannot make gross Sins look clear, To revenge is no Valour, but to bear.
Alc. My Lords, then under favour, pardon me z If I speak like a Captain. Why do fond Men expose themselves to Battel, And not endure all Threats? Sleep upon't, And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats, Without repugnancy? 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 the Ass, more Captain than the Lion? The Fellow Loaden with Irons, wiser than the Judge, If Wisdom be in suffering. Oh my Lords, As you are Great, be pitifully Good: Who cannot condemn Rathness in cold Blood? To kill, I grant, is Sin's extreamest Guft, 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 breath in vain.
Alç. In vain?
I Sen. What's that?
Alc. Why, I say my Lords, h’as done fair Service,
2 Ser. He has made too much plenty with'em,
I Sen. He dies.
Alc. Hard Fate ! he might have dy'd in War.
Sen. We are for Law, he dyes, urge it no more,
Alc. Must it be so? It must not be:
2 Sen. How?
Alc. I cannot think but your Age hath forgot me,
i Sen. Do you dare our Anger?
Alc. Banish me! banish your Dotage, banish Usury,
i Sen. If after two Days shine, Athens contains thee,
SCENE IV. Timon's House.
Enter divers Senators at several Doors, i Sen. The good time of the Day to you, Sir,
2 Sen. I also wish it to you: I think this honourable Lord did but try us this other Day.
I Sen. Upon that were my Thoughts tiring when we encountred. I hope it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the tryal of his several Friends.
2 Sen. It should not be, by the perswasion of his new Feasting.
I Sen. I mould think so : He hath sent me an earnest invi. ting, which many my near Occasions did urge me to put off: but he hath conjur'd me beyond them, and I must needs appear.
2. Sen. Jo like manner was I in Debt to my importunate bulinefs ; but he would not hear my Excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my Provision was
Sen. I am sick of that Grief too, as I understand how
all things go.
2 Sen. Every Man here's so. What would he have borrow
ed of you?
I Sen. A thousand Pieces.
here he comes. Enter Timon and Attendants. Tim. With all my Heart, Gentlemen both and how fare
I Sen. Ever at the best, hearing well of your Lordship.
2 Sen. The Swallow follows not Summer more willingly, Than we your Lordship.
Tim. Nor more willingly leaves Winter, such Summer Birds are Men. Gentlemen, our Dinner will not recompence this long stay : Feast your Ears with the Mufick å while ; if they will fare so harshly as o'th' Trumpets found ; we shall to't presently.
1 Sen. I hope it remains not unkindly with your Lordship, that I return'd you an empty Messenger.
Tim. o Sir, let it not trouble you.
[The Banquet brought in. 2 Sen. My most honourable Lord, I'm e'en fick of Shame, that when your Lordship t'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.
2 Sen. All cover'd Difhes ! I Sen. Royal Chear, I warrant you. 3 Sen. Doubt not that, if Mony and the Season can yield it.
Sen. How do you? What's the News ? 3 Sen. Alcibiades is banisht : Hear you of it? Both. Alcibiades banish'd ! 3 Sen. 'Tis fo, be sure of it. I Sen. How? How? 2 Sen. I pray you upon what?
Tim. My worthy Friends, will you draw near? 3 Sen. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble Feast toward. 2 Sen. This is the old Man still. 3 Sen. Will't hold ? Will'c hold? 2 Sen. It does, but time will, and so 3 Sen. I do conceive.
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, e'er
we can agree upon the first place. Sit, Sit. The Gods require our Thanks.
Ton great Benefactors, Sprinkle our Society with Thankful. nefs. For your own Gifts, make your selves prais’d : But reserve ftill to give, left your Deities be despised. Lend to each Man enough, that one need not lend to another. For were your Godheads io borrow of Men, Men would forfake the Gods. Make the Meat be beloved, more than the Man that gives it. Let no Assembly of twenty, be without a Score of Villains. If there fit 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 Jutable for Destruction. For these my present friends as they are to me nothing, so in nothing bless them, and to nothing are they welcome. Uncover Dogs, and lap.
Some speak. What does his Lordship mean?
Tim. May you a better Feast never behold,