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THE LIFE OF TIMON OF ATHENS Page: 52
FLAVIUS.
Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
TIMON.
Come not to me again; but say to Athens
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood,
Who once a day with his embossed froth
The turbulent surge shall cover. Thither come,
And let my gravestone be your oracle.
Lips, let sour words go by and language end:
What is amiss, plague and infection mend!
Graves only be men's works and death their gain!
Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.
[Exit TIMON into his cave.]
FIRST SENATOR.
His discontents are unremovably
Coupled to nature.
SECOND SENATOR.
Our hope in him is dead. Let us return
And strain what other means is left unto us
In our dear peril.
FIRST SENATOR.
It requires swift foot.
[Exeunt.]
Scene II. Before the walls of Athens.
[Enter two other SENATORS with a MESSENGER.]
FIRST SENATOR.
Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his files
As full as thy report?
MESSENGER.
I have spoke the least.
Besides, his expedition promises
Present approach.
SECOND SENATOR.
We stand much hazard if they bring not Timon.
MESSENGER.
I met a courier, one mine ancient friend,
Whom, though in general part we were oppos'd,
Yet our old love had a particular force,
And made us speak like friends. This man was riding
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave
With letters of entreaty, which imported
His fellowship i' the cause against your city,
In part for his sake mov'd.
[Enter the other SENATORS, from TIMON.]
FIRST SENATOR.
Here come our brothers.
THIRD SENATOR.
No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring
Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare.
Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare.
[Exeunt.]
Scene III. The Woods. TIMON's cave, and a rude tomb seen.
[Enter a SOLDIER in the woods, seeking TIMON.]
SOLDIER.
By all description this should be the place.
Who's here? Speak, ho! No answer! What is this?
Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span.
Some beast rear'd this; here does not live a man.
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