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 by your public laws
At heaviest answer.
'Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.
[Thé 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
Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate :
Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here
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. Dead
Is noble Timon; of whose memory
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
Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.-
Let our drums strike.
i to: in f. e. Dyce reads : render'd to.