Speeches (Lines) for Second Senator
in "Timon of Athens"

Total: 14

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

III,5,1310

Most true; the law shall bruise him.

2

III,5,1368

You breathe in vain.

3

III,5,1377

He has made too much plenty with 'em;
He's a sworn rioter: he has a sin that often
Drowns him, and takes his valour prisoner:
If there were no foes, that were enough
To overcome him: in that beastly fury
He has been known to commit outrages,
And cherish factions: 'tis inferr'd to us,
His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

4

III,5,1402

How!

5

V,1,2396

At all times alike
Men are not still the same: 'twas time and griefs
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.

6

V,1,2424

They confess
Toward thee forgetfulness too general, gross:
Which now the public body, which doth seldom
Play the recanter, feeling in itself
A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fail, restraining aid to Timon;
And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render,
Together with a recompense more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram;
Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth
As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs
And write in thee the figures of their love,
Ever to read them thine.

7

V,1,2449

And shakes his threatening sword
Against the walls of Athens.

8

V,1,2484

And enter in our ears like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.

9

V,1,2516

Our hope in him is dead: let us return,
And strain what other means is left unto us
In our dear peril.

10

V,2,2527

We stand much hazard, if they bring not Timon.

11

V,4,2577

So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love
By humble message and by promised means:
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
The common stroke of war.

12

V,4,2588

Nor are they living
Who were the motives that you first went out;
Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess
Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
Into our city with thy banners spread:
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.

13

V,4,2608

What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
Than hew to't with thy sword.

14

V,4,2615

Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress
And not as our confusion, all thy powers
Shall make their harbour in our town, till we
Have seal'd thy full desire.

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