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Reference: hh5v - Tragedies, p. 98

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Timon of Athens. Who were the motiues that you first went out, (Shame that they wanted, cunning in excesse) Hath broke their hearts. March, Noble Lord, Into our City with thy Banners spred,
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By decimation and a tythed death; If thy Reuenges hunger for that Food Which Nature loathes, take thou the destin'd tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted dye, Let dye the spotted. 1
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All haue not offended: For those that were, it is not square to take On those that are, Reuenge: Crimes, like Lands Are not inherited, then deere Countryman, Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,
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Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall With those that haue offended, like a Shepheard, Approach the Fold, and cull th'infected forth, But kill not altogether. 2
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What thou wilt, Thou rather shalt inforce it with thy smile, Then hew too't, with thy Sword. 1 Set but thy foot Against our rampyr'd gates, and they shall ope:
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So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, To say thou't enter Friendly. 2 Throw thy Gloue, Or any Token of thine Honour else, That thou wilt vse the warres as thy redresse,
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And not as our Confusion: All thy Powers Shall make their harbour in our Towne, till wee Haue seal'd thy full desire. Alc. Then there's my Gloue, Defend and open your vncharged Ports,

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Those Enemies of Timons, and mine owne Whom you your selues shall set out for reproofe, Fall and no more; and to attone your feares With my more Noble meaning, not a man Shall passe his quarter, or offend the streame
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Of Regular Iustice in your Citties bounds, But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes At heauiest answer. Both. 'Tis most Nobly spoken. Alc. Descend, and keepe your words. Enter a Messenger. Mes.
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My Noble Generall, Timon is dead, Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o'th'Sea, And on his Grauestone, this Insculpture which With wax I brought away: whose soft Impression Interprets for my poore ignorance. Alcibiades reades the Epitaph.
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Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft, Seek not my name: A Plague consume you, wicked Caitifs left: Heere lye I Timon, who aliue, all liuing men did hate, Passe by, and curse thy fill, but passe and stay not here thy gate. These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:
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Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes, Scornd'st our Braines flow, and those our droplets, which From niggard Nature fall; yet Rich Conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weepe for aye On thy low Graue, on faults forgiuen. Dead
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Is Noble Timon, of whose Memorie Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie, And I will vse the Oliue, with my Sword: Make war breed peace; make peace stint war, make each Prescribe to other, as each others Leach.
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Let our Drummes strike. Exeunt.
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[Act 5, Scene 4] Trumpets sound. Enter Alcibiades with his Powers before Athens. Alc. Sound to this Coward, and lasciuious Towne, Our terrible approach. Sounds a Parly. The Senators appeare vpon the wals. Till now you haue gone on, and fill'd the time With all Licentious measure, making your willes
[2425]
The scope of Iustice. Till now, my selfe and such As slept within the shadow of your power Haue wander'd with our trauerst Armes, and breath'd An ink mark follows the end of this line. Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush, When crouching Marrow in the bearer strong
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Cries (of it selfe) no more: Now breathlesse wrong, Shall sit and pant in your great Chaires of ease, And pursie Insolence shall breake his winde With feare and horrid flight. 1. Sen. Noble, and young;
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When thy first greefes were but a meere conceit, Ere thou had'st power, or we had cause of feare, We sent to thee, to giue thy rages Balme, To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loues Aboue their quantitie. 2
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So did we wooe Transformed Timon, to our Citties loue By humble Message, and by promist meanes: We were not all vnkinde, nor all deserue The common stroke of warre. 1
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These walles of ours, Were not erected by their hands, from whom You haue receyu'd your greefe: Nor are they such, That these great Towres, Trophees, & Schools shold fall For priuate faults in them. 2
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Nor are they liuing Who were the motiues that you first went out, (Shame that they wanted, cunning in excesse) Hath broke their hearts. March, Noble Lord, Into our City with thy Banners spred,
[2455]
By decimation and a tythed death; If thy Reuenges hunger for that Food Which Nature loathes, take thou the destin'd tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted dye, Let dye the spotted. 1
[2460]
All haue not offended: For those that were, it is not square to take On those that are, Reuenge: Crimes, like Lands Are not inherited, then deere Countryman, Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,
[2465]
Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall With those that haue offended, like a Shepheard, Approach the Fold, and cull th'infected forth, But kill not altogether. 2
[2470]
What thou wilt, Thou rather shalt inforce it with thy smile, Then hew too't, with thy Sword. 1 Set but thy foot Against our rampyr'd gates, and they shall ope:
[2475]
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, To say thou't enter Friendly. 2 Throw thy Gloue, Or any Token of thine Honour else, That thou wilt vse the warres as thy redresse,
[2480]
And not as our Confusion: All thy Powers Shall make their harbour in our Towne, till wee Haue seal'd thy full desire. Alc. Then there's my Gloue, Defend and open your vncharged Ports,
[2485]
Those Enemies of Timons, and mine owne Whom you your selues shall set out for reproofe, Fall and no more; and to attone your feares With my more Noble meaning, not a man Shall passe his quarter, or offend the streame
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Of Regular Iustice in your Citties bounds, But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes At heauiest answer. Both. 'Tis most Nobly spoken. Alc. Descend, and keepe your words. Enter a Messenger. Mes.
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My Noble Generall, Timon is dead, Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o'th'Sea, And on his Grauestone, this Insculpture which With wax I brought away: whose soft Impression Interprets for my poore ignorance. Alcibiades reades the Epitaph.
[2500]
Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft, Seek not my name: A Plague consume you, wicked Caitifs left: Heere lye I Timon, who aliue, all liuing men did hate, Passe by, and curse thy fill, but passe and stay not here thy gate. These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:
[2505]
Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes, Scornd'st our Braines flow, and those our droplets, which From niggard Nature fall; yet Rich Conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weepe for aye On thy low Graue, on faults forgiuen. Dead
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Is Noble Timon, of whose Memorie Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie, And I will vse the Oliue, with my Sword: Make war breed peace; make peace stint war, make each Prescribe to other, as each others Leach.
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Let our Drummes strike. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="2464">Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,</l>
      <l n="2465">Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and those Kin</l>
      <l n="2466">Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall</l>
      <l n="2467">With those that haue offended, like a Shepheard,</l>
      <l n="2468">Approach the Fold, and cull th'infected forth,</l>
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      <l n="2470">What thou wilt,</l>
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      <l n="2472">Then hew too't, with thy Sword.</l>
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      <l n="2477">Throw thy Gloue,</l>
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      <l n="2479">That thou wilt vse the warres as thy redresse,</l>
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      <l n="2483">Then there's my Gloue,</l>
      <l n="2484">Defend and open your vncharged Ports,</l>
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      <l n="2485">Those Enemies of<hi rend="italic">Timons</hi>, and mine owne</l>
      <l n="2486">Whom you your selues shall set out for reproofe,</l>
      <l n="2487">Fall and no more; and to attone your feares</l>
      <l n="2488">With my more Noble meaning, not a man</l>
      <l n="2489">Shall passe his quarter, or offend the streame</l>
      <l n="2490">Of Regular Iustice in your Citties bounds,</l>
      <l n="2491">But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes</l>
      <l n="2492">At heauiest answer.</l>
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      <l n="2494">Descend, and keepe your words.</l>
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      <l rend="italic" n="2500">Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2501">Seek not my name: A Plague consume you, wicked Caitifs left:</l>
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      <l rend="italic" n="2503">Passe by, and curse thy fill, but passe and stay not here thy gate.</l>
      <l n="2504">These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:</l>
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      <l n="2506">Scornd'st our Braines flow, and those our droplets, which</l>
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      <l n="2508">Taught thee to make vast Neptune weepe for aye</l>
      <l n="2509">On thy low Graue, on faults forgiuen. Dead</l>
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      <l n="2511">Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie,</l>
      <l n="2512">And I will vse the Oliue, with my Sword:</l>
      <l n="2513">Make war breed peace; make peace stint war, make each</l>
      <l n="2514">Prescribe to other, as each others Leach.</l>
      <l n="2515">Let our Drummes strike.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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