[_Beats them out, and then retires into his cave._[2701] _Enter_ FLAVIUS _and two_ Senators. _Flav._ It is in vain that you would speak with Timon;[2702] For he is set so only to himself 115 That nothing but himself which looks like man Is friendly with him. _First Sen._ Bring us to his cave: It is our part and promise to the Athenians[2703] To speak with Timon. _Sec. Sen._ At all times alike Men are not still the same: 'twas time and griefs 120 That framed 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.[2704] _Flav._ Here is his cave. Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon![2705] 125 Look out, and speak to friends: the Athenians By two of their most reverend senate greet thee: Speak to them, noble Timon.[2706] _TIMON comes from his cave._ _Tim._ Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, and be hang'd:[2707] For each true word, a blister! and each false 130 Be as a cauterizing to the root o' the tongue,[2708] Consuming it with speaking! _First Sen._ Worthy Timon,-- _Tim._ Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.[2709] _First Sen._ The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. _Tim._ I thank them, and would send them back the plague,[2710] 135 Could I but catch it for them. _First Sen._ O, forget What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. The senators with one consent of love Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought On special dignities, which vacant lie 140 For thy best use and wearing. _Sec. Sen._ They confess Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:[2711] Which now the public body, which doth seldom[2712] Play the recanter, feeling in itself A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal[2713] 145 Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon;[2714] And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render.[2715] Together with a recompense more fruitful[2716] Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;[2717][2718] Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth,[2718] 150 As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs,[2718] And write in thee the figures of their love,[2719] Ever to read them thine. _Tim._ You witch me in it, Surprise me to the very brink of tears: Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes, 155 And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.