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And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
i Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox,
wrongs His outsides; wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
setting his fate aside,] i, e. putting this action of his, which was pre-determined by fate, out of the question. 6 And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, ere 'twas spent, &c.] The sense of this passage, (however perversely expressed on account of rhyme,) may be this: “ He managed his anger with such sober and unnoted passion [i. e. suffering, forbearance,] before it was spent, [i. e. before that disposition to endure the insult he had received, was exhausted,] that it seemed as if he had been only engaged in supporting an argument he had advanced in conversation.
? You undergo too strict a parador,] You undertake a paradox too hard. that man can breathe,]. i. e. can utter.
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
Alcib. My lord,
You cannot make gross sins look clear; Το
revenge is no valour, but to bear. Alcib. My lords, then, under favour, pardon me, If I speak like a captain.Why do fond men expose themselves to battle, And not endure all threatnings? sleep upon it, And let the foes quietly cut their throats, Without repugnancy? but if there be Such valour in the bearing, what make we Abroad?? why then, women are more valiant, That stay at home, if bearing carry it; And th' ass, more captain than the lion; the felon; Loaden with irons, wiser than the judge, If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords, As you are great, be pitifully good: Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood? To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;" But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just." To be in anger, is impiety; But who is man, that is not angry? Weigh but the crime with this.
2 Sen. You breathe in vain. Alcib.
In vain? his service done At Lacedæmon, and Byzantium, Were a sufficient briber for his life.
1 Sen. What's that?
what make we Abroad?] IVhat do we, or what have ue to do in the field ?
sin's extremest gust;] Gust means rashness. The allusion may be to a sudden gust of wind. So we say, it was done in a sudden gust of passion.
by mercy, 'tis most just.] i. e. I call mercy herself to witress, that defensive violence is just. Johnson.
Alcib. Why, I say, my lords, h’as done fair service, And slain in fight many of your enemies: How full of yalour did he bear himself In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds ?
2 Sen. He has made too much plenty with 'em, he Is a sworn rioter: h'as a sin that often Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner: If there were no foes, that were enough alone To overcome him: in that beastly fury He has been known to commit outrages, And cherish factions: 'Tis inferr'd to us, His days are foul, and his drink dangerous.
i Sen. He dies.
Alcib. Hard fate! he might have died in war. My lords, if not for any parts in him, (Though his right arm might purchase his own time, And be in debt to none,) yet, more to move you, Take my deserts to his, and join them both: And, for I know, your reverend ages love Security, I'll pawn my victories, all My honour to you, upon his good returns. If by this crime he owes the law his life, Why, let the war receiv't in valiant gore; For law is strict, and war is nothing more,
1 Sen, 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.
Alcib. Must it be so? it must not be. My lords, I do beseech you, know me.
. 2 Sen. How? Alcib. Call me to your remembrances. 3 Sen.
What? Alcib. I cannot think, but your age has forgot me; It could not else be, I should prove so base, To sue, and be denied such common grace:
I should prove so base,] Base for dishonoured.
My wounds ache at you.
i Sen. Do you dare our anger? 'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect; We banish thee for ever. Alcib.
Banish me? Banish your dotage; banish usury, That makes the senate ugly. 1 Sen. If, after two days' shine, Athens contain
thee, Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell
our spirit, He shall be executed presently. (Exeunt Senators.
Alcib. Now the gods keep you old enough; that Only in bone, that none may look on you! I am worse than mad: I have kept back their foes, While they have told their money, and let out Their coin upon large interest; I myself, Rich only in large hurts;--All those, for this? Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate Pours into captains' wounds ? ha! banishment? It comes not ill; I hate not to be banish'd; It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury, That I may strike at Athens. I'll cheer up My discontented troops, and lay for hearts. 'Tis honour, with most lands to be at odds ; Soldiers should brook as little wrongs, as gods.
you may live
- And, not to swell our spirit,] i. e. not to put ourselves into any tumour of rage, take our definitive resolution.
A magnificent Room in Timon's House.
Musick. Tables set out : Servants attending. Enter
divers Lords; at several Doors.
2 Lord. I also wish it to you. I think, this honourable lord did but try us this other day.
1 Lord. Upon that were my thoughts tiring, when we encountered : I hope, it is not so low with him, as he made it seem in the trial of his several friends.
2 Lord. It should not be, by the persuasion of his new feasting
1 Lord. I should think so : He hath sent me an earnest inviting, which many my near occasions did urge me to put off; but he hath conjured me beyond them, and I'must needs appear.
2 Lord. In like manner was I in debt to my importunate business, but he would not hear my exI am sorry, when he sent to borrow of
me, that my provision was out.
i Lord. I am sick of that grief too, as I understand how all things go,
2 Lord. Every man here's so. What would he have borrowed of you?'
1 Lord. A thousand pieces,
Upon that were my thoughts tiring, ] A bawk, I think, is said to tire, when she amuses herself with pecking a pleasant's wing, or any thing that puts her in mind of prey. To tire upon a thing, is therefore, to be idly employed upon it. JOHNSON,