Enter two other Senators, with a Messenger
Thou hast painfully discovered. Are his files
As full as thy report?
I have spoke the least.
Besides, his expedition promises
We stand much hazard if they bring not Timon.
I met a courier, one mine ancient friend,
Whom, though in general part we were opposed,
Yet our old love made a particular force,
And made us speak like friends. This man was riding
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave
With letters of entreaty, which imported
His fellowship i'th' cause against your city,
In part for his sake moved.
Enter the two other Senators, from Timon
Here come our brothers.
No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
The enemy's drum is heard, and fearful scouring
Doth choke the air with dust. In, and prepare.
Ours is the fall, I fear; our foe's the snare.