William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.
Act V. Scene IV.Timon of Athens
Alcib.Sound to this coward and lascivious town
Our terrible approach.[A parley sounded.
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 of your power
Have wander’d with our travers’d arms, and breath’d
Our sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush,
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,
Cries of itself, ‘No more:’ now breathless wrong
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease,
And pursy insolence shall break his wind
With fear and horrid flight.
First Sen.Noble and young,
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear,
We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm,
To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
Above their quantity.
Sec. Sen.So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city’s love
By humble message and by promis’d means:
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
The common stroke of war.
First Sen.These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands from whom
You have receiv’d your grief; nor are they such
That these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall
For private faults in them.
Sec. Sen.Nor are they living
Who were the motives that you first went out;
Shame that they wanted cunning in excess
Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
Into our city with thy banners spread:
By decimation, and a tithed death,—
If thy revenges hunger for that food
Which nature loathes,—take thou the destin’d tenth,
And by the hazard of the spotted die
Let die the spotted.
First Sen.All have not offended;
For those that were, it is not square to take
On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin
Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
With those that have offended: like a shepherd,
Approach the fold and cull th’ infected forth,
But kill not all together.
Sec. Sen.What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
Than hew to ’t with thy sword.
First Sen.Set but thy foot
Against our rampir’d gates, and they shall ope,
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say thou’lt enter friendly.
Sec. Sen.Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress
And not as our confusion, all thy powers
Shall make their harbour in our town, till we
Have seal’d thy full desire.
Alcib.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 the stream
Of regular justice in your city’s bounds,
But shall be render’d to your public laws
At heaviest answer.
Both.’Tis most nobly spoken.
Alcib.Descend, and keep your words.[The Senators descend, and open the gates.
Sold.My noble general, Timon is dead;
Entomb’d upon the very hem o’ the sea:
And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which
With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Alcib.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 express in thee thy latter spirits:
Though thou abhorr’dst in us our human griefs,
Scorn’dst our brain’s flow and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
Is noble Timon; of whose memory
Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
And I will use the olive with my sword;
Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make each
Prescribe to other as each other’s leech.
Let our drums strike.[Exeunt.