to discontent. : His comfortable temper has forsook him he is much out of health, and keeps his chamber. Luc. Ser. 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, Good gods! Ser. Enter TIMON, in a rage; FLAMINIUS following. Timon. What, are my doors opposed against my passage? Have I been ever free, and must my house The place, which I have feasted, does it now, Titus. My lord, here is my bill. Luc. Ser. Here's mine. Hor. And mine, my lord. Both Var. Ser. And ours, my lord. Phi. All our bills. Timon. Knock me down with 'em: 1 cleave me to the girdle. 1 The creditors present their written bills: Timon catches at the word, and alludes to bills or battle-axes. Luc. Ser. Alas! my lord, Timon. Cut my heart in sums. Titus. Mine, fifty talents. Timon. Tell out my blood. Luc. Ser. Five thousand crowns, my lord. Timon. Five thousand drops pays that.— What yours?—and yours? 1 Var. Ser. My lord, 2 Var. Ser. My lord, Timon. 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. Timon. They have ev'n put my breath from me, the slaves: Creditors!-devils. Flav. My dear lord, Timon, What if it should be so? Flav. My lord, Timon. I'll have it so.-My steward! Flav. Here, my lord. Timon. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; Ullorxa all: I'll once more feast the rascals. O my lord, Flav. A moderate table. Timon. 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 Se. 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 Se. Most true; the law shall bruise him. Alc. Honor, health, and compassion to the senate! 1 Se. Now, captain? Alc. 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 Of comely virtues : 1 i. e. putting this action, which was predetermined by fate, out of the question. Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice; (An honor in him, which buys out his fault) And with such sober and unnoted passion 1 Se. You undergo too strict a paradox,2 Striving to make an ugly deed look fair : Your words have took such pains, as if they labor'd Is valor misbegot, and came into the world 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! To Alc. My lord, 1 Se. You cannot make gross sins look clear; revenge is no valor, but to bear. Alc. My lords, then, under favor, pardon me, 1 Govern, control. 2 You undertake a paradox too hard. If I speak like a captain. Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And the ass, more captain than the lion; the fellow, If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, As you are great, be pitifully good. Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood? To be in anger, is impiety; But who is man, that is not angry? Weigh but the crime with this. 2 Se. You breathe in vain. Alc. In vain ? his service done At Lacedæmon and Byzantium Were a sufficient briber for his life. 1 Se. What's that? Alc. Why, I say, my lords, h' as done fair service, And slain in fight many of your enemies. How full of valor did he bear himself In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds! 1 Why do we take the field? 2 Aggravation. 3 I call mercy to witness, that defensive violence is just.' -Johnson. |