O my lord,
You only speak from your
distracted
soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.
Shakespeare
Devils!
FLAVIUS. My dear lord-
TIMON. What if it should be so?
FLAMINIUS. My lord-
TIMON. I'll have it so. My steward!
FLAVIUS. Here, my lord.
TIMON. So fitly? Go, bid all my friends again:
Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius- all.
I'll once more feast the rascals.
FLAVIUS.
O my lord,
You only speak from your
distracted
soul;
There is not so much left to furnish out
A moderate table.
TIMON. Be it not in thy care.
Go, I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide. Exeunt
SCENE V.
The Senate House
Enter three SENATORS at one door, ALCIBIADES meeting them, with attendants
FIRST SENATOR. My lord, you have my voice to't: the fault's bloody.
'Tis necessary he should die:
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
SECOND SENATOR. Most true; the law shall bruise him.
ALCIBIADES. Honour, health, and compassion, to the Senate!
FIRST SENATOR. Now, Captain?
ALCIBIADES. I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
