1 Sound to this coward and lascivious town 2 Our terrible approach. A parley sounded Enter Senators on the walls 3 Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time 4 With all licentious measure, making your wills 5 The scope of justice; till now myself and such 6 As slept within the shadow of your power 7 Have wander'd with our traversed arms and breathed 8 Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush, 9 When crouching marrow in the bearer strong 10 Cries of itself 'No more:' now breathless wrong 11 Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease, 12 And pursy insolence shall break his wind 13 With fear and horrid flight.
14 Noble and young, 15 When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, 16 Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear, 17 We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm, 18 To wipe out our ingratitude with loves 19 Above their quantity.
20 So did we woo 21 Transformed Timon to our city's love 22 By humble message and by promised means: 23 We were not all unkind, nor all deserve 24 The common stroke of war.
25 These walls of ours 26 Were not erected by their hands from whom 27 You have received your griefs; nor are they such 28 That these great towers, trophies and schools 29 should fall 30 For private faults in them.
31 Nor are they living 32 Who were the motives that you first went out; 33 Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess 34 Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, 35 Into our city with thy banners spread: 36 By decimation, and a tithed death-- 37 If thy revenges hunger for that food 38 Which nature loathes--take thou the destined tenth, 39 And by the hazard of the spotted die 40 Let die the spotted.
41 All have not offended; 42 For those that were, it is not square to take 43 On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, 44 Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, 45 Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage: 46 Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin 47 Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall 48 With those that have offended: like a shepherd, 49 Approach the fold and cull the infected forth, 50 But kill not all together.
51 What thou wilt, 52 Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile 53 Than hew to't with thy sword.
54 Set but thy foot 55 Against our rampired gates, and they shall ope; 56 So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, 57 To say thou'lt enter friendly.
58 Throw thy glove, 59 Or any token of thine honour else, 60 That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress 61 And not as our confusion, all thy powers 62 Shall make their harbour in our town, till we 63 Have seal'd thy full desire.
64 Then there's my glove; 65 Descend, and open your uncharged ports: 66 Those enemies of Timon's and mine own 67 Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof 68 Fall and no more: and, to atone your fears 69 With my more noble meaning, not a man 70 Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream 71 Of regular justice in your city's bounds, 72 But shall be render'd to your public laws 73 At heaviest answer.
74 'Tis most nobly spoken.
75 Descend, and keep your words.
The Senators descend, and open the gates
76 My noble general, Timon is dead; 77 Entomb'd upon the very hem o' the sea; 78 And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which 79 With wax I brought away, whose soft impression 80 Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Reads the epitaph 81 'Here lies a 82 wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft: 83 Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked 84 caitiffs left! 85 Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate: 86 Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay 87 not here thy gait.' 88 These well express in thee thy latter spirits: 89 Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, 90 Scorn'dst our brain's flow and those our 91 droplets which 92 From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit 93 Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye 94 On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead 95 Is noble Timon: of whose memory 96 Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, 97 And I will use the olive with my sword, 98 Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each 99 Prescribe to other as each other's leech. 100 Let our drums strike.