Our terrible approach.
And our terrible approach.
And we're terrifying everyone as we come.
our terrible approach terror before us
Noble and young,
When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear,
We sent to thee to give thy rages balm,
To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
Above their quantity.
Noble and young Alcibiades, when your first griefs were only an idea, before you had power and we had cause to fear, we sent to you to soothe your anger, to erase our ingratitude with love that exceeded what we owed.
Alcibiades, you're noble and young. When your grievances were just beginning, before you were powerful and before we had to be afraid, we sent you messages to calm your anger and to make up for how we treated you with overwhelming kindness.
when your griefs were young before you had power we sent to soothe you to erase our wrongs with love beyond measure
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.
So we did try to win transformed Timon back to our city's love through humble messages and promised recompense. We were not all unkind, nor do all of us deserve the common blow of war.
We did try to win Timon over with humble words and promises. Not all of us were cruel to you, and not all of us deserve to be destroyed by war.
we courted timon with humble words with promises not all of us were unkind
These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands from whom
You have received your griefs; nor are they such
That these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall
For private faults in them.
These walls of ours were not built by the hands of those who caused you grief. These great towers, monuments, and schools should not fall because of the private faults of individuals.
This city wasn't built by the people who wronged you. The buildings, monuments, and schools shouldn't be destroyed just because some people hurt you.
these walls weren't built by those who wronged you the buildings the schools shouldn't fall for private faults
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.
Those who originally wronged you are not even alive. Shame that they lacked cunning has broken their hearts. Enter our city with your banners displayed. If your vengeance hungers for a price that nature abhors, take the ordained tenth through killing one in every ten. And by the chance of casting lots, let the stained die.
The people who first hurt you aren't even alive anymore. Their shame over their stupidity broke their hearts. Come into Athens with your army. If you want revenge and need to kill, take just one person in ten. And let chance decide who dies.
the people who wronged you are dead shame killed them come into athens if you need revenge take one in ten let chance decide
All have not offended.
For those that were, it is not square to take,
On those that are, revenge. Crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks but leave without thy rage;
Spare thy Athenian cradle and those kin
Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
With those that have offended. Like a shepherd
Approach the fold and cull th’ infected forth,
But kill not all together.
Not all have sinned. For those who did, it's not just to take revenge on those who didn't. Crimes, like lands, are not inherited. So, dear countryman, bring in your army but leave your anger behind. Spare Athens's cradle and those kin who must fall in your wrath along with the guilty. Like a shepherd approach the fold and separate out the sick ones, but don't kill them all at once.
Not everyone's guilty. You can't punish the innocent for the guilty ones' crimes. Crimes aren't inherited like property. So come with your army but leave your anger outside. Protect Athens and the innocent people who'd die with the guilty. Be like a shepherd—pick out the sick animals but don't kill the whole flock.
not all offended crimes aren't inherited leave your rage outside spare the innocent the cradle the kin like a shepherd select the guilty don't kill all
What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile
Than hew to ’t with thy sword.
What you wish will be enforced more by your smile than by your sword.
You'll get what you want just by smiling—you won't need your sword.
smile instead of sword your kindness will enforce what you want
Set but thy foot
Against our rampired gates and they shall ope,
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before
To say thou’lt enter friendly.
Just set your foot against our walled gates and they will open, as long as you send your gentle heart ahead to say you'll enter as a friend.
Just touch our gates with your foot and we'll open them, as long as you promise to come as a friend.
gates will open for your foot if you send gentleness ahead
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 sealed thy full desire.
Throw your glove or any other token of your honor saying that you will use the wars as your remedy and not as our destruction. Then all your powers will find harbor in our town until we fulfill all your desires.
Give us your glove or some sign that you'll use war to fix wrongs, not to destroy us. Then all your soldiers can stay in Athens until we give you whatever you want.
give your glove as a token that war is remedy not destruction then we'll give all your desires
Then there’s my glove;
Descend and open your uncharged ports.
Those enemies of Timon’s and mine own
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof
Fall, and no more. And, to atone your fears
With my more noble meaning, not a man
Shall pass his quarter or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city’s bounds,
But shall be remedied to your public laws
At heaviest answer.
Then here's my glove. Descend and open your unfortified ports. Those enemies of Timon's and mine own, whom you yourselves shall point out for correction, will fall, and no more. And to ease your fears with my more noble intent, not a single man shall overstep his assigned quarter or offend the stream of proper law in your city's bounds, but shall be held to answer most severely by your laws.
Here's my glove. Come down and open your gates. Those enemies of mine and Timon's—the ones you identify—will be dealt with and that's all. And to show I mean well, none of my soldiers will go beyond their area or break your laws. Anyone who does will face the harshest punishment from your courts.
here's my glove open your gates those enemies fall and no more my soldiers will obey your laws full accountability
’Tis most nobly spoken.
That's most nobly spoken.
That's spoken with real honor.
nobly spoken truly
Descend, and keep your words.
Come down and keep your word.
Come into Athens and keep your promise.
descend keep your word fulfill it
My noble general, Timon is dead,
Entombed upon the very hem o’ th’ sea,
And on his gravestone this insculpture, which
With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Interprets for my poor ignorance.
My noble general, Timon is dead, entombed right at the very edge of the sea. And on his gravestone there is this inscription, which I brought away imprinted in wax. Its soft imprint reveals the meaning to my poor understanding.
My general, Timon is dead. His tomb is right at the edge of the sea. I have the inscription from his gravestone here in wax. Let me read it for you.
timon is dead entombed at the sea's edge i have the inscription in wax brought it to you
bereft.
Seek not my name. A plague consume you, wicked caitiffs left!
Here lie I, Timon, who alive all living men did hate.
Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay not here thy gait._
These well express in thee thy latter spirits.
Though thou abhorred’st in us our human griefs,
Scorned’st our brains’ flow and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
Is noble Timon, of whose memory
Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
And I will use the olive with my sword,
Make war breed peace, make peace stint war, make each
Prescribe to other, as each other’s leech.
Let our drums strike.
Deprived of everything. [He reads] 'Seek not my name. A plague consume you, wicked villains left behind! Here lie I, Timon, who in life hated all living men. Pass by and curse as you wish, but pass—don't linger here.' These words perfectly express your final spirit. Though you despised in us our human sorrows, scorned our emotional tears and those drops which grudging nature allows to fall, yet rich imagination taught you to make great Neptune weep forever over your low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead is noble Timon, of whose memory there will be more later. Bring me into your city, and I will use the olive branch along with my sword. I will make war breed peace, make peace restrain war, make each prescribe to the other as each other's remedy. Let our drums strike.
He's taken from us entirely. [Reading the epitaph] 'Don't look for my name. A plague on you wicked villains! I'm Timon, who hated all living men. Curse me if you want but keep moving.' These words show exactly what Timon became. You despised our human tears and sadness, but somehow you made the mighty ocean itself weep for you forever. Noble Timon is dead, and there will be more to say about him. Take me into Athens, and I'll use peaceful words as well as my sword. I'll make war create peace and peace stop war. Let our drums play—it's time for peace.
he reads the epitaph seek not my name plague on wicked villains i hated all living men curse me and move on timon made the ocean weep for his grave faults forgiven now peace drums strike olive with sword war breeds peace