_Sold._ By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak, ho! No answer! What is this?[2766] Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span:[2767] Some beast read this; there does not live a man.[2768] Dead, sure; and this his grave. What's on this tomb[2769] 5 I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax:[2769] Our captain hath in every figure skill, An aged interpreter, though young in days: Before proud Athens he's set down by this, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [_Exit._ 10 SCENE IV. _Before the walls of Athens._[2770] _Trumpets sound. Enter_ ALCIBIADES _with his powers_.[2771] _Alcib._ Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach.[2772] [_A parley sounded._ _Enter_ Senators _upon the walls_.[2773] Till now you have gone on and fill'd the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice; till now myself and such 5 As slept within the shadow of your power Have wander'd with our traversed arms and breathed Our sufferance vainly: now the time is flush, When crouching marrow in the bearer strong[2774] Cries of itself 'No more:' now breathless wrong 10 Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease, And pursy insolence shall break his wind With fear and horrid flight. _First Sen._ Noble and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear,[2775] 15 We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm, To wipe out our ingratitude with loves[2776] Above their quantity.[2777] _Sec. Sen._ So did we woo Transformed Timon to our city's love By humble message and by promised means:[2778] 20 We were not all unkind, nor all deserve The common stroke of war. _First Sen._ These walls of ours Were not erected by their hands from whom You have received your griefs: nor are they such[2779] That these great towers, trophies and schools should fall 25 For private faults in them. _Sec. Sen._ Nor are they living Who were the motives that you first went out;[2780] Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,[2781] Into our city with thy banners spread: 30 By decimation and a tithed death-- If thy revenges hunger for that food Which nature loathes--take thou the destined tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted die Let die the spotted.[2782]