Alcibiades

Alcibiades
Honor, health, and compassion to the Senate!
First Senator
Now, captain?

He’s truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe

Alcibiades
I am an humble suitor to your virtues,
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
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First Senator
We are for law. He dies. Urge it no more,
On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother,
He forfeits his own blood that spills another.
Alcibiades
Must it be so? It must not be.
My lords, I do beseech you, know me.

Is this the balsam that the usuring Senate
Pours into captains’ wounds?
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Alcibiades
What art thou there? Speak.
Timon
A beast, as thou art. The canker gnaw thy heart
For showing me again the eyes of man!

This fell whore of thine
Hath in her more destruction than thy sword,
For all her cherubin look.

Alcibiades
What is thy name?
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Alcibiades
Noble Timon, what friendship may I do thee?
Timon
None, but to maintain my opinion.
Alcibiades
What is it, Timon?

Promise me friendship, but perform none

Timon
Promise me friendship, but perform none. If
thou wilt not promise, the gods plague thee, for
thou art a man.
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Timon
I prithee, beat thy drum and get thee gone.
Alcibiades
I am thy friend and pity thee, dear Timon.
Timon
How dost thou pity him whom thou dost trouble?
I had rather be alone.

Be as a planetary plague when Jove
Will o’er some high-viced city hang his poison
In the sick air.
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Phrynia and Timandra
Give us some gold, good Timon. Hast thou more?
Timon
Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And to make whores a bawd. Hold up, you sluts,
Your aprons mountant. 

Be whores still.
And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you,
Be strong in whore,
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Soldier
My noble general, Timon is dead,
Entombed upon the very hem o’ th’ sea,
And on his gravestone this insculpture, which
With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Alcibiades reads the epitaph

Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft.
Seek not my name.
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