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epub:type="z3998:persona">Timon

They have eā€™en put my breath from me, the slaves.
Creditors? devils!

Flavius My dear lordā ā€” Timon What if it should be so? Flavius My lordā ā€” Timon Iā€™ll have it so. My steward! Flavius Here, my lord. Timon

So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius:
All, sirrah, all:
Iā€™ll once more feast the rascals.

Flavius

O my lord,
You only speak from your distracted soul;
There is not so much left, to furnish out
A moderate table.

Timon

Beā€™t not in thy care; go,
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and Iā€™ll provide. Exeunt.

Scene V

The same. The senate-house.

The Senate sitting. First Senator

My lord, you have my voice to it; the faultā€™s
Bloody; ā€™tis necessary he should die:
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Second Senator Most true; the law shall bruise him. Enter Alcibiades, with Attendants. Alcibiades Honour, health, and compassion to the senate! First Senator Now, captain? Alcibiades

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 steppā€™d into the law, which is past depth
To those that, without heed, do plunge intoā€™t.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues:
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardiceā ā€”
An honour in him which buys out his faultā ā€”
But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touchā€™d to death,
He did oppose his foe:
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere ā€™twas spent,
As if he had but proved an argument.

First Senator

You undergo too strict a paradox,
Striving to make an ugly deed look fair:
Your words have took such pains as if they labourā€™d
To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which indeed
Is valour misbegot and came into the world
When sects and factions were newly born:
Heā€™s truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs
His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly,
And neā€™er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
What folly ā€™tis to hazard life for ill!

Alcibiades My lordā ā€” First Senator

You cannot make gross sins look clear:
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Alcibiades

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 uponā€™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 felon
Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,
If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,
As you are great, be pitifully good:
Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?
To kill, I grant, is sinā€™s extremest gust;
But, in defence, by mercy, ā€™tis most just.
To be in anger is impiety;
But who is man that is not angry?
Weigh but the crime with this.

Second Senator You breathe in vain. Alcibiades

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

First Senator Whatā€™s that? Alcibiades

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!

Second Senator

He has made too much plenty with ā€™em;
Heā€™s a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often
Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
If there were no foes, that were enough
To overcome him: in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions: ā€™tis inferrā€™d to us,
His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

First Senator He dies. Alcibiades

Hard fate! he might have died in war.
My lords, if not for any parts in himā ā€”
Though his right arm might purchase his own time
And be in debt to noneā ā€”yet, more to move you,
Take my deserts to his, and join ā€™em both:
And, for I know your reverend ages love
Security, Iā€™ll pawn my victories, all
My honours to you, upon his good returns.
If by this crime he owes the law his life,
Why, let the war receiveā€™t in valiant gore;
For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

First Senator

We are for law: he dies; urge it no more,
On height of our displeasure: friend or brother,
He forfeits his own blood that spills another.

Alcibiades

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

Second Senator How! Alcibiades Call me to your remembrances. Third Senator What! Alcibiades

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.

First Senator

Do you dare our anger?
ā€™Tis in few words, but spacious in effect;
We banish thee for ever.

Alcibiades

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

First Senator

If, after two daysā€™ shine, Athens contain thee,
Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit,
He shall be executed presently. Exeunt Senators.

Alcibiades

Now the gods keep you old enough; that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
Iā€™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 large hurts. All those for this?
Is this the balsam that the usuring senate
Pours into captainsā€™ wounds? Banishment!
It comes not ill; I hate not to be banishā€™d;
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. Iā€™ll cheer up
My discontented troops, and lay for hearts.
ā€™Tis honour with most lands to be at odds;
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. Exit.

Scene VI

The same. A banqueting-room in Timonā€™s house.

Music. Tables set out: Servants attending. Enter divers Lords, Senators and others, at several doors. First Lord The good time of day to you, sir. Second Lord I also wish it to you. I think
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