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1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox*, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair : Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling Upon the head of valour; which, indeed, Is valour misbegot, and came into the world When sects and factions were newly born: He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe; and make his
wrongs His outsides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly; 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?
Alcib. My lord,
1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear; To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
Alcib. 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 threat'nings ? sleep upon it, And let the foes quietly cut their throats, Without repugnancy? but if there be Such valour in the bearing, what make we Abroad t? why then, women are more valiant, That stay at home, if bearing carry it; And th' 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 sin's extremest gustt; But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most justg.
# You undertake a paradox too hard.
• Homicide in our own defence, by a merciful interpretation of the law, is considered justifiable.
To be in anger, is impiety;
2 Sen. You breathe in vain.
In vain ? his service done At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium, Were a sufficient briber for his life.
1 Sen, What's that? Alcib.
Why, I say, my lords, h'as 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 ?
2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he Is a sworn rioter: h'as a sin that often Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner: If there were no foes, that were enough alone To overcome bim: in that beastly fury He has been known to commit outrages, And cherish factions : 'Tis inferr'd to us, His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.
1 Sen. He dies.
Alcib. 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 them both: And, for I know, your reverend ages love Security, I'll pawn my victories, all My honour to you, upon his good returns. If by this crime he owes the law bis life, Why, let the war receiv't in valiant gore; For law is strict, and war is nothing more.
1 Sen. 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.
Alcib. Must it be so ? it must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me.
2 Sen. How?
What? Alcib. 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. 1 Sen.
Do you dare our anger? 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect; We banish thee for ever.. Alcib.
Banish me? Banish your dotage; banish usury, That makes the senate ugly. 1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain
thee, Attend our weightier judgement. And, not to swell
our spiritt, He shall be executed presently. [Ereunt Sen. Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that
you may live Only in bone, that none may look on you! I am 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 captains' wounds? ha! banishment? It comes nou ill; I hate not to be banish'd; It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up My discontented troops, and lay for hearts t, 'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds; Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
* For dishonoured. + i. e. Not to put ourselves in any tumour of rage.
| We should now say-to lay out for hearts"; i. e. the affections of the people.
A magnificent room in Timon's house.
Musick. Tables set out : Servants attending.
Enter divers Lords, at several doors.
1 Lord. The good time of day to you, sir.
2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring", when we encountered : I hope, it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting.
1 Lord. I should think so : He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I must needs appear.
2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my im. portunate business, but he would not hear my excuse. I am sorry, when he sent to borrow of me, that my provision was out.
1 Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I under. stand how all things go.
2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of you?
1 Lord. A thousand pieces.
* To tire on a thing meant, to be idly employed on it.
Enter Timon, and attendants. Tim. With all my heart, gentlemen both :- And how fare you?
1 Lord. Ever at the best, hearing well of your lordship.
2 Lord. The swallow follows not summer more willing, than we your lordship.
Tim. [Aside.) Nor more willingly leaves winter; such summer birds are men.--Gentlemen, our din. ner will not recompense this long stay: feast your ears with the musick awhile; if they will fare so harshly on the trumpet's sound: we shall to't pre. seutly.
1 Lord. I hope, it remains not unkindly with your lordship, that I returned you an empty mes. senger.
Tim. O, sir, let it not trouble you.
[The banquet brought in. 2 Lord. My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame, that, when your lordship this other day sent to me, I was so unfortunate a beggar.
Tim. Think not on't, sir. 2 Lord. If you had sent but two hours before,
Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance. -Come, bring in all togetlier.
2 Lord. All covered dishes !
3 Lord Doubt not that, if money, and the season, can yield it.
1 Lord. How do you? What's the news?
. i. e. Your good memory.