Page 3192 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

We speak in vain.

TIMON
But yet I love my country, and am not
One that rejoices in the common wrack, [190]
As common bruit doth put it.

FIRST SENATOR
That’s well spoke.

TIMON
Commend me to my loving countrymen.

FIRST SENATOR
These words become your lips as they pass through them.

SECOND SENATOR
And enter in our ears like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.

TIMON
Commend me to them, [195]
And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,

Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
That nature’s fragile vessel doth sustain
In life’s uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them: [200]

I’ll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades’ wrath.

FIRST SENATOR
I like this well; he will return again.

TIMON
I have a tree which grows here in my close,
That mine own use invites me to cut down,
And shortly must I fell it; tell my friends, [205]

Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,