1 Var. Serv. By your leave, sir,- If money were as certain as your waiting, Into their gluttonous maws. You do yourselves but wrong, To stir me up; let me pass quietly: Believe't, my lord and I have made an end; I have no more to reckon, he to spend. Luc. Serv. Ay, but this answer will not serve. Flav. If 'twill not, "Tis not so base as you; for you serve knaves. [Exit. 1 Var. Serv. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter? 2 Var. Serv. No matter what; he's poor, and that's revenge enough. Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? such may rail against great buildings. Enter Servilius. Tit. O, here's Servilius; now we shall know Some answer. Ser. If I might beseech you, gentlemen, To repair some other hour, I should much Derive from it: for, take it on my soul, My lord leans wond'rously to discontent. His comfortable temper has forsook him ; He is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. Luc. Serv. Many do keep their chambers, are not sick: And, if it be so far beyond his health, Methinks, he should the sooner pay his debts, Ser. Good gods! Tit. We cannot take this for an answer, sir. Enter Timon, in a rage; Flaminius following. Have I been ever free, and must my house The place, which I have feasted, does it now, Tit. My lord, here is my bill. Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord. Both Var. Ser. And ours, my lord. Phi. All our bills. Tim. Knock me down with 'em*: cleave me to the girdle. Luc. Serv. Alas! my lord, Tim. Cut my heart in sums. Tit. Mine, fifty talents. Tim. Tell out my blood. Luc. Serv. Five thousand crowns, my lord. What's yours?-and yours? 1 Var. Serv. My lord, 2 Var. Serv. My lord, Tim. Tear me, take me, and the gods fall upon you! [Exit. Hor. 'Faith, I perceive our masters may throw their caps at their money; these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Re-enter Timon and Flavius. [Exeunt. Tim. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves: Timon quibbles. They present their written bills; he catches at the word, and alludes to bills or battle-axes. Flav. My lord, Tim. I'll have it so :-My steward! Flav. Here, my lord. Tim. So fitly? Go bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; all: I'll once more feast the rascals. Flav. Tim. Be't not in thy care; go, I charge thee; invite them all: let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide, [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. The Senate-House. The Senate sitting. Enter Alcibiades, attended. 1 Sen. My lord, you have my voice to it; the fault's Bloody; 'tis necessary he should die : Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. 2 Sen. Most true; the law shall bruise him. Alcib. Honour, health, and compassion to the senate ! 1 Sen. Now, captain? Alcib. 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 He is a man, setting his fate aside*, Of comely virtues : Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice; (An honour in him which buys out his fault,) And with such sober and unnoted passion t 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 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, 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, * i. e. Putting this action of his, which was pre-determined by fate, out of the question. +i. e. Passion so subdued, that no spectator could note its operation. Manage, govern. § You undertake a paradox too hard. What have we to do in the field? That stay at home, if bearing carry it; And the ass, more captain than the lion; the felon, If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood? But who is man, that is not angry? 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: In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds? Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner : Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. (Though his right arm might purchase his own time, And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you, And, for I know, your reverend ages love *For aggravation. +Homicide in our own defence, by a merciful interpretation of the law, is considered justifiable.' |