FIRST SENATOR.
Do you dare our anger?
’Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:
We banish thee for ever.
ALCIBIADES.
Banish me?
Banish your dotage, banish usury,
That makes the Senate ugly.
FIRST SENATOR.
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.]
ALCIBIADES.
Now the gods keep you old enough, that you may live
Only in bone, that none may look on you!
I’m 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? Banishment.
It comes not ill. I hate not to be banished.
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.
[Exit.]
SCENE VI. A room of state in Timon’s house
Music. Enter divers Friends at several doors.
FIRST FRIEND.
The good time of day to you, sir.
SECOND FRIEND.
I also wish it to you. I think this honourable lord did but try us this other day.