You that way, and you this; but two in comEach man apart, all single and alone, [pany:Yet an arch-villain keeps him company, If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, [To the Painter. Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside [To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon.— Hence! pack! there's gold; ye came for gold, ye slaves:

You have done work for me, there's payment: hence!

You are an alchymist, make gold of that.
Out, rascal dogs! [Exit, beating them out.

SCENE 11. The same.

Enter Flavius, and two Senators.
Flavius.

It is in vain that you would speak with Timon;
For he is set so only to himself,
That nothing but himself, which looks like man,
Is friendly with him.

First Senator.

Bring us to his cave: It is our part, and promise to the Athenians, To speak with Timon.

Second Senator.

At all times alike

Men are not still the same. 'Twas time, and griefs,

That fram'd him thus: time, with his fairer hand
Offering the fortunes of his former days,
The former man may make him. Bring us to
And chance it as it may.
[him,

Flavius.

Here is his cave.Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon!

Look out, and speak to friends. Th' Athenians, By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: Speak to them, noble Timon.

What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
The senators, with one consent of love,
On special dignities, which vacant lie
Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought
For thy best use and wearing.
Second Senator.

They confess Toward thee forgetfulness, too general, gross; Which now the public body, which doth seldom Play the recanter, feeling in itself

A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon;
And send forth us, to make their sorrowed
render,

Together with a recompense, more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and
wealth,

As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs,

And write in thee the figures of their love,
Ever to read them thine.

Timon.

Come not to me again; but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Whom once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come, And let my grave-stone 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. His discontents are unremovably coupled to

nature.

First Senator.

Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. [A Parley sounded,

Enter Senators on the Walls.

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

O! you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds
Made in her concave shores?

And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Be gone!

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Flavius.

Go, go, good countrymen; and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort:
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

[Exeunt Citizens. See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol: This way will I. Disrobe the images, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. Marullus.

Cæsar.

He is a dreamer; let us leave him:-pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but Bricus and Ĉiserna.
Cassius.

Will you go see the order of the course?
Brutus.

Not I.

I pray you, do.

Cassius

Brutus.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you,

Cassins.

Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you.

Brutus.

Cassins,

Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself.

Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours;
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd,
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one)
Nor construe any farther my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.

Cassius.

Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; [buried By means whereof, this breast of mine hath Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

Brutus.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.