Reads the epitaph '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 ...

Descend, and keep your words.

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 ...

Sound to this coward and lascivious town
Our terrible approach.
A parley sounded
Enter Senators on the walls
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 ...

We but offend him. Strike!

Call'st thou that harm?

I never did thee harm.

Strike up the drum towards Athens! Farewell, Timon:
If I thrive well, I'll visit thee again.

Hast thou gold yet? I'll take the gold thou
givest me,
Not all thy counsel.

Why me, Timon?

Ay, Timon, and have cause.

When I have laid proud Athens on a heap,--

Why, fare thee well:
Here is some gold for thee.

I am thy friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.

Pardon him, sweet Timandra; for his wits
Are drown'd and lost in his calamities.
I have but little gold of late, brave Timon,
The want whereof doth daily make revolt
In my penurious band: I have heard, and grieved,
How cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth,
Forgetting thy great ...

I see them now; then was a blessed time.

I have heard in some sort of thy miseries.

What is it, Timon?

Noble Timon,
What friendship may I do thee?

How came the noble Timon to this change?

I know thee well;
But in thy fortunes am unlearn'd and strange.

What is thy name? Is man so hateful to thee,
That art thyself a man?

What art thou there? speak.

Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
I'm 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 ...

Banish me!
Banish your dotage; banish usury,
That makes the senate ugly.

I cannot think but your age has forgot me;
It could not else be, I should prove so base,
To sue, and be denied such common grace:
My wounds ache at you.

Call me to your remembrances.

Must it be so? it must not be. My lords,
I do beseech you, know me.

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 'em both:
And, for I know your ...

I say, my lords, he has done fair service,
And slain in fight many of your enemies:
How full of valour did he bear himself
In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!

In vain! his service done
At Lacedaemon and Byzantium
Were a sufficient briber for his life.

My lords, then, under favour, pardon me,
If I speak like a captain.
Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,
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 ...

My lord,--

I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who, in hot blood,
Hath stepp'd into the law, which is past depth ...

Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!

Ay, defiled land, my lord.

So the were bleeding-new, my lord, there's no meat
like 'em: I could wish my best friend at such a feast.

My heart is ever at your service, my lord.

Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed
Most hungerly on your sight.