gether,

" Do villany, do, fince you profefs to do'r,
" Like workmen ; I'll example you with thievery.
" The Sun's a thief, and with his great attra&ion
" Robs the vaft Sea. The Moon's an arrant thief,
" And her pale fire me fnatches from the Sun.
*' 6 The Sea's a thief, whofe liquid furge refolves
" The Mounds into fait tears. The earth's a thief,
" That feeds and breeds by a compofture ftoln
" From gen'ral excrements : each thing's a thief.
" The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough

power

" Have uncheck'd theft." Love not yourfelves, away,
Rob one another, there's more gold ; cut throats ;
All that you meet are thieves : to Athens go,
Break open mops, for nothing can you fteal
But thieves do lofe it : fteal not leis for what

5 In limited profejfions. ] Limited, for legal.

6 The Sea's a thief, ivboje liquid furge refolves

The MOON into fait tears. ] The Sea melting the Moon into
tears, is, J believe, a fecret in pnilofcphy, which no body but
Shakefpear's deep Editors ever dream'd of. There is another opi-
nion, which 'tis more reafonable to believe that our Author may
allude to; viz. that the faltnefs of the Sea is caufed by ievcral
ranges, or Mounds of rock-falt under water, with which refolding
liquid the Sea was impregnated. This I think a fufficieni autho-
rity for changing Moon into MOUNDS.

[(a) Takes wealth and life together. Oxford Editor Vulg.
Take wealth and li<ve together. \



TIMON of ATHENS. 225

I give, and gold confound you howfoever! Amen.

[Exit.

3 Thief. H'as almoft charm'd me from my profcf-
fion, by perfuading me to it.

i 'Thief, 4 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he
thus advifes us, not to have us thrive in our myftery.

L Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy i and give over
my trade.

1 Thief. * Let us firft fee peace in Athens.

2 Thief. There is no time fo miferable, but a man
may be true. [Exeunt.



ACT V. SCENE I.

The Woods, and Timon'j Cave.
Enter Flavius.

F L A 7 I U S.

OH, you Gods !
Is yon defpis'd and ruinous man my lord ?
Full of decay and failing? oh, monument
And wonder of good deeds, evilly beftow'd !

4 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advifes us, not te
have us thrive in our myfteryJ] i. t. 'Tis the common malice of
mankind that makes One give fuch advice to Another, as may prove
to his detriment. One would think this eafy enough. But the
Oxford Editor reads, '7/V in his malice to mankind, that he that
advifes us, not to have us thrive in our myjiery. Which is making
compleat nonfenfe of the whole reflexion : For if Timon gave this
advice, out of his malice to his fpecies, he was in earneit, and fo
far from having any defign that they jbould not thrive in their my
Jiery, that his utmoft wiih was that they might.

5 Let us frft fee peace in Athens, &c J This and rhe concluding
little fpeech have in all the editions been placed to one fpeaker^
But, 'tis evident, the latter words ought to be put in the mouth
of thefecond thief, who is repenting, and leaving off his trade.

VOL. VI. O What



226 T i M o N of ATHENS.

1 What change of humour defp'rate want has made?

\Vhat viler thing upon the earth, than friends,

Who can bring nobleft minds to bafeft ends ?

1 How rarely does it meet with this time's guile,

1 When man was will'd to love his enemies :

* Grant, I may ever love, and rather too,

Thofe that would mifchief me, than thofe that woo!

H'as caught me in his eye, I will prefent.

My honeft grief to him ; and, as my lord,

Still ferve him with my life. My deareft matter!

Timon comes forward from his Cave.

Tim. Away ! what art thou ?

Flav. Have you forgot me, Sir ?

Tim. Why doft thou ask That? I have forgot all

men.

Then, if thou granted that thou art a man,
I have forgot thee.

Flav. An honeft fervant,

Tim. Then I know thee not :

1 What change of HONOUR defp'rate want hat made?"\ We
fliould read,

What change of HUMOUR

2 How rarely does it meet ] Rarefy, for fit; not for feldom.

3 When man ivas WISHT ] We fhould read WILL'D. He
forgets his pagan fyftem here again.

4 Grant, I may ever love, and rather *v o o

ttofe that would mifchief me, than thofe that DO/' But why
fo ? Was there ever fuch an afs, I mean, as the tranfcriber ? Shake-
fpear wrote it,

Grant, I may ever love, and rather TOO
Thofe that would mifchief me, than thofe that woo/
The Steward, affefted with his matter's misfortunes and meditating
on the caufe of it, fays, What an excellent precept is that of loving
our jjnemies ; grant that I may love them to chufe, rather than
flatterers. All here is fenfible, and to the purpofe, and makes the
whole coherent. But when once the tranfcribers had blundered too to
woo. in the firft line, they were obliged, in their own defence, in the
fccoad line, to alter iveo to da.

I



0f ATHENS. 227



t ne'er had honeft man about me, all

I kept were knaves, to ferve in meat to villains.

Flav. The pods are witnefs,
Ne'er did poor fteward wear a truer grief
For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you.

Tim. What, dolt thou weep ? come nearer, then I

love thee,

Becaufe thou art a woman, and difclaim'il
Flinty mankind ; whofe eyes do' never give
But or through luft, or laughter. Pity's fleeping;
Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with

weeping!

Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
T'accept my grief, and, whilft this poor wealth lads
To entertain me as your fteward (till.

Tjiy. Had I a fteward
So true, fo juft, and now fo comfortable?
, J It almoft turns my dangerous nature mild.
Let me behold thy face: furely, this man
Was born of woman.

" Forgive my gen'ra and exceptlefs rafhnefs,
" Perpetual, fober Gods! I do proclaim
" One honeft man: miftake rne not, but one:
" No more, I pray ; and he's a fteward.
" How fain would I have hated all mankind,
" And thou redeem'ft thyfelf : but all, fave thee,
" 1 fell with curfes,

" Methinks, thou art more honeft now, than wife ;
" For, by opprefling and betraying me,
*' Thou might'ft have fooner got another fervice :

5 // almoft turns my dangerous nature wi LD.] /'. e. It almoft
turns my dangerous nature to a dangerous nature ; for, by dangerous
nature, is meant lulldnefs. Shakejpear wrote,

// almoji turns my dangerous nature MILD.

. <f. It almoft reconciles me again to mankind. For fear of that,
he puts in a caution immediately after, that he makes an exception
.but for one man. To which the Oxford Editor fays, reRe.

2 " For



228 TIMON of ATHENS.

' For many fo arrive at fecond matters,

" Upon their firft lord's neck. Buc tell me true,

" (For I muft ever doubt, though ne'er fo fure)

' Is not thy kindnefs fubtle, covetous,

' A uluring kindnefs, as rich men deal gifts,

Expecting in return twenty for one?

Flam. No, my moft worthy mafter, (in whofe breaft
Doubt and Sufpect, alas, are plac'd too late,)
You mould have fear*d falfe times, when you did feaft }
Sufpcb ftill comes, where an eftate is leaft.
That which I Ihew, heav'n knows, is rneerly love,
Duty, and Zeal, to your unmatched mind,
Care of your food and living : and, believe it,
For any benefit that points to me
Either in hope, or prefent, I'd exchange
For this one wifh, that you had power and wealth
To requite me by making rich yourfelf.

Tim. Look thee, 'tis fo ; thou fmgly honed man,
Here, take ; the Gods out of my mifery
Have fent thee treafure. Go, live rich and happy :
But thus condition*d , Thou malt build from men :
Hate all, curfe all, Ihew charity to none ;
But let the famifht flefh flide from the bone,
Ere thou relieve the beggar. Give to dogs
What thou deny'ft to men. Let prifons fwallow 'em,
Debts wither 'ern } be men like blafted woods,
And may difeafes lick up their falfe bloods !
And fo farewel, and thrive.

Flay. O, let me (lay, and comfort you, my matter,,

Tim. If thou hat'ft curfes,
Stay not, but fly, whilft thou art bleft and free ;
Ne'er ice thou man, and let me ne*er fee thee.

[ Exeunt federally.



SCENE



TlMONO/" ATHENS. 229

SCENE II.

Enter Poet and Painter.

Pain. As I took note of the place, it can't be far
where he abides.

Poet. What's to be thought of him ? does the ru-
mour hold for true, that he's fo full of gold ?

Pain. Certain. Aiciliades reports it : Phrynia and
tfimandra had gold of him : he likewife enrich'd poor
ftragling foldiers with great quantity. J Tis faid, he
gave his fteward a mighty fum.

Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a tryal
of his friends?

Pain. Nothing elfe: you fhall fee him a palm in
Athens again, and flourim with the higheft. There-
fore, *cis not amifs, we tender our loves to him, in this
fuppos'd diftrefs of his : it will (hew honeftly in us,
and is very likely to load our purpofes with what they
travel for, if it be a juft and true report that goes of
his Having.

Poet. What have you now to prefent unto him ?

Pain. Nothing at this time but my vifitation : only
I will promife him an excellent piece.

Poet. I mud ferve him fo too ; tell him of an intent
that's coming toward him.

Pain. Good as the beft : " Promifmg is the very

air o' th' time -, it opens the eyes of expectation.

Performance is ever the duller for his act, and, but

in the plainer and fimpler kind of people, the deed

is quite out of ufe. To promife, is moft courtly,

and fafliionable ; performance is a kind of will or

teftament, which argues a great ficknefs in his

judgment that makes it.

Re- enter Tim from bis Cave , unfeen.

Tim. Excellent workman ! thou caoft not paint a
man fo bad as thyfelf.



270 T I M O N of A T H E N S.

Poet. " I am thinking, what I (hall fay I have pro-
' vided for turn: 6 it muft be a perfonating of him-
" felf ; a fatyr againft the foftriefs of profperity, with
" a difcovery of the infinite flatteries that 7 follow
*' youth and opulency.

%im. Muft thou needs ftand for a villain in thine
own work ? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other
men ? do fo, I have gold for thee.

Poet. Nay, let's leek him.
Then do we fin againft our own eftate,
When we may profit meet, and come too late.

Pain. True.

Poet. ? While the day ferves, before black-corner'd

night,

Find what thou want'ft, by free and offer'd light.
Come.

7. I'll meet you at the turn

What a God's gold, that he is worfhipped
In bafer temples, than where Swine do feed !
'Tis thou that rigg'ft the bark, and plow'ft the foam,
Setdeft admired rev'rence in a (lave -,
To thee be worfhip, and thy faints for aye
Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey !
'Tis fit I meet them.

Poet. Hail ! worthy T"imon.

Pain. Our late noble mafter.

37/w. Have I once liv'd to fee two honeft men ?

6 itmufileapeThnztmgofbimfelf;'] Perfonating, for reprefent-
ing fimply. For the fubjecl of this projected fatire was Ti man's cafe,
not hisperfon.

7 follow youth and opulency. ] i. e. The flatteries of lovers and
legacy hunters.

8 While the day ferves, before BLACK-CORNER'D night] We
Ihould read,

" BLACK-CORNETTE night.

A corvette is a woman's head-drefs for the night. 'So in another
place he calls her, black-lro*w *d night.

Pcet.



T I M O N of A T H E N S. 23 1

Poet. Sir, having often of your bounty tafted,
Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fal'n off,
Wbofe thanklcfs natures, (oh abhorred fpirits !)
Not all the whips of heav'n are large enough
What! to you!

Whofe (tar- like noblenefs gave life and influence
To their whole being ! I am rapt, and cannot
Cover the monftrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any fize of words.

Tim. 9 Let it go naked, men may fee't the better :
You that are honeft, by being what you are,
Make them belt feen and known.

Pain. He, and myfelf,

Have travell'd in the great mower of your gifts,
And fweetly felt it.

Tim. Ay, you*re honeft men.

Pain. We're hither come to offer you our fervice.

Tim. Mod honeft men! why, how ihall I requite

you ?
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water ? no.

Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you fervice.

Tim. Y'are honeft men; you've heard, that I have

gold ;
I'm fure, you have ; fpeak truth, y* are honeft men.

Pain. So it is faid, my noble lord, but therefore
Came not my friend, nor I.

Tim. Good honeft man , thou draw'ft a counterfeit
Beft in all Athens ; thou'rt, indeed, the beft ;
Thou counter feit'ft moft lively.

Pain. So, fo, my lord.

Tim. E'en fo, Sir, as I fay And for thy fiction,

9 Let It go naked, men may fee't the letter:'} The humour of this
reply is incomparable. It infmuates not only the higheft contempt
of the flatterer in particular, but this ufeful leffon in general, that
the images of things are cleared feen through a fimplicity of phrafe;
of which in the words of the precept, and in thofe which occafion'd
it, he has given us examples.

0.4 Why,



23 * T i M o N 0/ ATHENS.

Why, thy verfe fwells with fluff fo fine and fmooth,
That thou art even natural in thine art.
But for all this, my honeft-natur'd friends,
1 muft needs fay, you have a little fault ;
Marry, not monllrous in you ; neither wifh I,
You take much pains to mend.
Both. Befeech your Honour
To make it known to us.
Tim. You'll take it ill.
Both. Moft thankfully, my lord.
Tim. Will you, indeed?
Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.
Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trufts a knave,
That mightily deceives you.
Both. Do we, my lord ?

Tim. Ay, and you hear him cogg, fee him diflemble,
Know his grofs Patchery, love him, and feed him?
Keep in your bofom, yet remain afiur'd,
That he*s a made-up villain.

Pain. I know none fuch, my lord.
Poet. Nor I.

Tim. Look you, I love you well, I'll give you gold,
Rid me thefe villains from your companies j
Hang them, or (lab them, drown them in a draught,
Confound them by fome courfe, and come to me,
I'll give you gold enough.

Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this ; ' But two in

company

Each man apart, all fmgle and alone,
Yet an arch villain keeps him company.
If where thou art, two villains mall not be,

[To the Painter.
Come not near him. If thou wouldft not refide

[To the Poet.

5 S tt t pwo in company ] This is an imperfed fen-

tence, and is to be fupplied thus, But two in company ffoils all

But



TIMON of ATHENS. 233

But where one villain is, then him abandon.

Hence, pack, there's gold ; ye came for gold, ye

flaves ;

You have work for me ; there's your payment, hence 1
You are an Alchymift, make gold of that:
Out, rafcal dogs! [Beating^ and driving *em out.

SCENE III.

Enter Flavius and two Senators.

Flav. It is in vain that you would fpeak witk

Tim on:

For he is fet fo only to himfelf,
That nothing but himfelf, which looks like man,
Is friendly with him.

i Sen. Bring us to his Cave.
It is our part and promife to th' Athenians
To fpeak with Timon.

i Sen. At all times alike

Men are not ftill the fame ; '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 him,
And chance it as it may.

Flav. Here is his Cave :
Peace and Content be here, lord Timon! 'Timon!
Look out, and fpeak to friends, th' Athenians
By two of their moft rev'rend fenate greet thee 5
Speak to them, noble Timon.

Enter Timon out of his Cave.

Tim. Thou Sun, that comfort'ft, burn!

Speak, and be hang'd ;
For each true word a blifter, and each falfe
Be cauterizing to the root o'th' tongue,
Confuming it with fpeaking!

i Sen.



2-4 TIMONO/ATHENS.

1 Sen. Worthy Timon,-

tfm.Otnone but fuch as you, and you of Timon.

2 Sen. The fenators of Athens greet thee, fimon.
Tim. I thank them. And would fend them back the

plague,
Could I but catch it for them.

1 Sen. O, forget

What we are forry for oufelves, in thee :
The Senators, with one confent of Jove,
Intreat thee back to Athens ; who have thought
On fpecial dignities, which vacant lie
For thy beft ufe and wearing.

2 Sen. They confefs

Tow'rd thee forgetful nefs, too general, .grofs ;

Which now the publick body, (which doth feldom

Play the recanter) feeling in itfelf

A lack of Timon^ aid, hath fenfe withal

* Of its own Fall, reftraining aid to Timom>

And fends forth us to make their forrowed Tender,

Together with a recompence more fruitful

Than their offence can weigh down by the dram ;

Ay, ev'n fuch heaps and fums of love and wealth,

As mall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs ;

And write in thee the figures of their love,

Ever to read them thine.

Tim. You witch me in it,
Surprize me to the very brink of tears :
Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes,
And I'll be weep thefe comforts, worthy fenators.

i Sen. Therefore fo pleafe thee to return with us,
And of our Athens^ thine and ours, to take
The Captainfhip : thou (halt be met with thanks,

2 Of its own Fall, ] The Oxford Editor alters Fall to Fault,
not knowing that Shakefpear ufes Fall to fignify dilhonour, not
deftru&ion. So in Hamlet,

What a falling off was there !

Hallow'd



TIMON of ATHENS. 235

J Hallow'd with abfolute power, and thy good name

Live with authority : (bon we mall drive back

Of dlcibiade* th' approaches wild,

Who, like a boar too favage, doth root up

His country's peace.

2 Sen. And (hakes his threatning fwqrd
Againft the walls of Athens.

i Sen. Therefore, Ttmon - -

Tim. Well, Sir, I will; therefore I will, Sir;

thus

If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,

Let Alcibiades know this of Ztmon,

That I'imon cares not. If he fack fair Athens^

And take our goodly aged men by th' beards,

Giving our holy virgins to the (lain

Of contumelious, beaftly, mad-brain'd war;

Then let him know, and tell him, Timon fpeaks it;

In pity of our aged, and our youth,

I cannot chufe but tell him, that I care not.

And let him take't at worfl ; for their knives care not,

While you have throats to anfwer. For rnyfelf,

There's not a whittle in th' unruly camp,

But I do prize it at my love, before

The reverend'ft throat in Athens. So I leave you

4 To the protection of the profp'rous Gods,

As thieves to keepers.

Flav. Stay not, all's in vain.

3 Allow d ivitb alfolute power, ] This is neither Englr/b

nor fenfe. We ihould read,

Hallow'd with abfolute power,*

i. e. Thy perfon fhall be held faered. For abfolute power being an at-
tribute of the Gods,the ancients thought that he who had it inlociety,
was become faered, and his perfon inviolable : On which account,
the Romans called the Tribunkial-power of the Emperors, Sacra-
Jan 8 a poteflas.

4 To the protection of the profp'roUB Gotf*,] Proffrous, for bappy.
The claffical epithet of the Gods.

Tim.



TIMON of ATHENS.

Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
It will be fecn to morrow. My long ficknefs
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live ftill ;
Be Aldbiades your plague ; you his ;
And laft fo long enough !

i Sen. We fpeak in vain.

'Tim. But yet I love my Country, and am not
One that rejoices in the common wreck,
As common Bruite doth put it.

i Sen. That's well fpoke.

Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen.

1 Sen. Thefe words become your lips, as they pafs

thro* them.

2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.

Tim. Commend me to them,
And tell them, that to eafe them of their griefs,
Their fears of hoftile ftrokes, their aches, lofles,
Their pangs of love, with other incident Throes,
That nature's fragile vefiel doth fuftain
In life's uncertain voyage, I will do
Some kindnefs to them, teach them to prevent
Wild Aldbiades 9 wrath.

2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again.

Tim. I have a Tree, which grows here in my Clofe,
That mine own ufe invites me to cut down,
And fhortly mud I fell it. Tell my friends,
Tell Athens , in the frequence of degree,
From high to low throughout, that whofo pleafe
To flop affliction, let him take his Hafte ;
Come hither, ere my Tree hath felt the ax,
And hang himfelf 1 pray you, do my Greeting.

Fl*v. Vex him no further, thus you dill mall find
him.

Tim. Come not to me again, but fay to Athens,
Timon hath made his everlafting manfion

Upon



TlMON of A T H E N S. 237

Upon the beached verge of the fait flood ;
Which once a-day with his embofied froth
The turbulent furge fhall cover: Thither come,
And let my grave-ftone be your oracle.
Lips, let four words go by, and language end:
What is amifs, 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.

1 Sen. His difcontents are unremoveably coupled to

his nature.

2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead ; let us return,
And ftrain what other means is left unto us

5 In our dear peril.

1 Sen. It requires fwift foot. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Changes to the Walls of Athens.

Enter two other Senators^ with a Mejfenger. '

i Sen. np HOU haft painfully difcover'd ; are his files

1 As full as thy report ?
Mef. I have fpoke the leaft.
Bcfides, his expedition promifes
Prefent Approach.

2 Sen. We ftand much hazard, if they bring not

1'imon.

Mef. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;
Who, though in general part we were oppos'd,
Yet our old love made a particular force,
And made us fpeak like friends. This man was riding

5 In our dear peril. ] So the Folios, and rightly. The Oxford
Editor alters dear to dread, not knowing that dear, in the language
of that tims, fignified dread, ajid is fo ufed by Shakefptar in num-
berlefs places.

From



238 Ti M o N of ATHENS.

From dlcibiades to Timor?* Cave,
With letters of intreaty, which imported
His fellowfhip i'th Caufe againft your City,
In part for his fake mov'd.

Enter the other Senators.

i Sen. Here come our Brothers.

3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect. *
The enemies' Drum is heard, and fearful Scouring
Doth choak the air with duft. In, arjd prepare ;
Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the fnare. [fLxeunt.

Enter a Soldier in the Woods ^feeking Ti-mon.

Sol. By all Dcfcription this fhould be the place.
Who's here? fpeak, ho.- No #nfwer? What is

this?

"fimon is dead, who hath out-ftretch'd his fpan ;
6 Some beaft rear'd this ; here does not live a man.
Dead, fure, and this his grave ; what's on this tomb?
I cannot read ; the character I'll take with wax i
Our Captain hath in every figure skill,
An ag'd interpreter, tho' young in days :
Before proud Athens he's fet down by this,
Who's Fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit.

6 Some beaft read tits', here does not live a man.*\ Some beaft
read what ? The foldier had yet only feen the rude pile of earch
heap'd up for Timons grave, and noc the Infcription upon it. We
Ihould read,

Some beaft REAR'D this ;

The foldier feeking, by order, for Timon, fees fuch an irregular
mole, as he concludes mutt have been the \vorkmanfnip of fome
beaft inhabiting the wood^ ; and fuch a cavity, as either muft have
been fo over-arch'd, or happen'd by the calual falling in of the
ground.



SCENE



T i M o N of AT HENS. 239

SCENE V.
Before the Walls of Athens.

Crumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with bis Powers.

Ale. Q O U N D to this coward and Jafcivious town
tj Our terrible Approach.

{Sound a parley. The Senators appear

upon the walls.

'Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
With all licentious meafure, making your wills
The fcope of juftice. 'Till now myfelf, and fuch
As flept within the fhadow of your Power,
Have wander'd with our traverft arms, and breath'd
Our fufferance vainly. Now the time is flulh,
7 When crouching marrow in the bearer ftrong
Cries, of itfelf, no more: now breathlefs wrong
Shall fit and pant in your great Chairs of eafe,
And purfy Infolence fhall break his wind
With fear and horrid flight.

i Sen. Noble and young,
When thy firft griefs were but a meer conceit,
Ere thou hadft power, or we had caufe to fear 5
We fent to thee, to give thy rages balm,
To wipe out our ingratitude, with loves
* Above their quantity.

z Sen. So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love

7 When crouching marrow in the learer ftrong

Cries, of itfelf, no more :] The marrow was fuppofed to be the
original of ftrength. The image is from a camel kneeling to take
up his load, who rifes immediately when he finds he has as much
laid on as he can bear.

8 Move their quantity.] Thtir refers to rages,

By



TIM ON of ATHENS.

By humble meflfage, and by promis'd (a) 'mends :
We were not all unkind, nor all deferve
The common ftroke of war.

1 Sen. Thefe walls of ours

Were not creeled by their hands, from whom
You have receiv'd your griefs : nor are they fuch,
That thefe great tow'rs, trophies, and fchools mould

fall
For private faults in them.

2 Sen. Nor are they living,