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From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting. [210]

STEWARD
Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.

TIMON
Come not to me again; but say to Athens,
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood,
Who once a day with his embossed froth [215]

The turbulent surge shall cover. Thither come,
And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
Lips, let four words go by and language end:
What is amiss, plague and infection mend!

Graves only be men’s works and death their gain; [220]
Sun, hide thy beams, Timon hath done his reign.
[Exit]

FIRST SENATOR
His discontents are unremoveably

Coupled to nature.

SECOND SENATOR

Our hope in him is dead. Let us return,
And strain what other means is left unto us [225]
In our dear peril.

FIRST SENATOR
It requires swift foot.
[Exeunt]

Scene II IT

Enter two other Senators with a Messenger.