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2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give Suspect still comes where an estate is least.. over my trade.

That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, 1 Thief. Let us first sce peace in Athens : There Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind, is no time so miserable, but a man may be true. Care of your food and living: and, believe it,

[Exeunt Thieves. My most honour'd lord, Enter Flavius.

For any benefit that points to me,

Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange Flao. O you gods !

For this one wish, That you had power and wealth Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord ?

To requite me, by making rich yourself. Full of decay and failing ? O monument

T'im. Look thee, 'tis so ! - Thou singly honest man, And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd! Here take:-the gods out of my misery What an alteration of honour' has

Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and happy : Desperate want made!

But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from men;" What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, Hate all, curse all : show charity to none; Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs When man was wish'd to love his enemies : What thou deny'st to men: let prisons swallow them, Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo

Debts wither them: Be men like blasted woods, Those that would mischief me, than those that do! And may diseases lick up their false bloods! He has caught me in his eye: I will present And so, farewell, and thrive. My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord,

Flar.

0, let me stay, Still serve him with my life.-My dearest master! And comfort you, my master. Timon comes forward from his cave,

Tim.

Ir thou hat'st

Curses, stay not; fly, whilst thou'rt bless'd and free: Tim. Away! what art thou ?

Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. Flar. Have you forgot me, sir ?

(Exeunt seterally. Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men ; Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt man, I have forgot thee. Flar. An honest poor servant of yours.

Then

ACT Y.
I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man
About me, I; all that I kept were knaves,

SCENE 1.-The same. Before Timon's care. To serve in meat to villains.

Enter Poet and Painter ; Timon behind, unseen. · Flas

The gods are witness, Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief 1 Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. far where he abides. T'in. What, dost thou weep 1-Core nearer ;

Poet. What's to be thought of him ? Does the then I love thee,

rumour hold for true, that he is so full of gold 1 Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st

Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it ; Phrynia Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise eaBut thorough last, and laughter. Pity's sleeping: rich'd poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with 'Tis said, he gave unto his steward a mighty sum. weeping!

Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but s Par. I beg of vou to know me, good my lord, try for his friends. To accept my gries, and while this poor wealth lasts, "Pain. Nothing else; you shall see him a palm in To entertain me as your steward still

Athens again, and flourish with the highest. ThereTim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now fore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to hits, in So comfortable ? It almost turns

this supposed distress of his : it will show honestly My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with The face. Surely, this man was born of woman. what they travel lor, if it be a just and true report Forgive mr general and exceptless rashness, that goes of his haring. Perpetual-sober gods ! I do proclaim

Poet. What have you now to present unto him? One honest nan, -mistake me not,--but one; Pain. Nothing at this time but my risitation : No more, I pray, -and he is a steward.

only I will promise him an excellent pieee. How fain would I lave hated all mankind,

Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an And then redeem'st thyself: But all, save thee, intent that's coming toward him I felt with eurses

Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the rery Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise; air o'the time: it opens the eyes of expeetation : For, bv oppressing and betraving me,

performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but Thou might'et have sooner got another service: in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed For mans so arrive at second masters,

of savings is quite out of use. To promise is most l'pon their first lort's neck. But tell me true courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of (For I must ever doubt, thougb pe'er so sure.) will and testament, which argues a great sickness is not the kindness subtle, covetons,

in his judgment that makes it If no a usaring kindness, and as rich men deal gifts, Tim. Excellent workman! Thoa cuas not paint Exreeting in return twenty for one ?

Flee. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Paet. I am thinking. what I shall say I bare no Doubt and suspect, als are plae too late: mited for hir: It must be a personating of himselt: You should have learl Alse times, when you d', satire against the softness of prosperity; th .

discovery of the infinite datteries that fotos youth

and opuleney. (1) An alteration of honour is an alteration of an

(4) Away from human habitation (9) How happily. (3) Recouamended.

(5) The doing af that we said we woulde.

a man so bad as is the man! Then cuas not paist

worthy master, in when

knave,

Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thinel Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men ? Do so, I have gold for thee.

That mightily deceives you. Poet. Nay, let's seek him:

Both.

Do we my lord ? Then do we sin against our own estate,

Tim. Ay, and you hear bim cog, see him disWhen we may prolit mect, and come too late.

semble, Pain. True;

Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
When the day'serves, before black-corner'd night, Keep in your bosom ; yet remain assur'd.
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. That he's a made-up villain.
Come.

Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's Poet.

Nor 1. gold,

Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple,

Rid me these villains from your companies : Than where swine feed !

Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught, 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the Confound thern by some course, and come to me, foarr.;,

I'll give you gold enough. Settlest admired reverence in a slave:

Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them. To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye

Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey !

company : 'Fit I do meet them

(Advancing. Each man apart, all single and alone, Poet. Hail, worthy Timon!.

Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. Pain,

Our late noble master. If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men ?

(To the Painter. Poet. Sir,

Come not near him.-If thou would'st not reside Having often of your open bounty tasted,

(To the Poet. Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fallin off, But where one villain is, then him abandon. Whose thankless natures--O abhorred spirits ! Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye Not all the whips of heaven are large enough

slaves : What! to you!

You have done work for me, there's payment: Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence

Hence!
To their whole being! I'm rapt, and cannot cover You are an alchymist, make gold of that:-
The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

Out, rascal dogs!
With any size of words.

[Exit, bealing and driving them out. Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better : You, that are honest, by being what you are,

SCENE II.-The same. Enter Flavius, and two Make them best seen and known.

Senators. He, and myself, Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Have travelld in the great shower of your gifts,

Timon ; And sweetly felt it.

For he is set so only to himself, Tim.

Ay, you are honest men. That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Pain. We are hither come to offer you our service. Is friendly with him. Tim. Most honest men ! Why, how shall I re- 1 Sen.'

Bring us to his cave:
quite vou !

It is our part, and promise to the Athenians,
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. To speak with Timon.
Both. What we can

2 Sen.
service,

Men are not still the same: 'Twas time, and griefs, Tim. You are honest men: You have heard that That fram'd him thus : time, with his fairer hand, I have gold;

Offering the fortunes of his fornier days, I am sure you have! speak truth: you are honest The former man may make him: Bring us to him, men.

And chance it as it may: pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore Flav.

Here is his care.Came not my friend, nor I.

Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon! Timon ! Tim, Good honest men :--Thou draw'st a coun- Look out, and speak to friends: The Athenians, terfeit'

By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee : Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best! Speak to them, noble Timon. Thou counterfeit'st most lively. Pain. So, so, my lord.

Enter Timon. Tim. Even so, sir, as I say :-And for thy fiction, Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !-Speak,

(To the Poet. and be hang'd:
Why thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, For each true word, a blister! and each false
That thou art even natural in thine art.-

Be as a caut'rizing to the root o'the tongue,
But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, Consuming it with speaking!
I must needs say, you have a little fault:

1 Sen.

Worthy Timon Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. You take much pains to mend.

2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.

Beseech your honour, T'im. I thank them; and would send them back To make it known to us.

the plague, You'll take it ill. Could I but catch it for them. Both. Most thankfully, my lord.

1 Sen.

O forget
Will you, indeed ? What we are sorry for ourselves in thee,
Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.

The senators, with one consent of love,
A portrait was so called.

(3) In a jakes.
(2) A complete, a finished villain.

A With one united voice of affection.

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Entreat thee back to Athens; who have thought Their pangs of love, with other incident throes On special dignities, which vacant lie

That nature's fragile vessel dolh sustain For thy best use and wearing.

In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do 2 Sen. They confess,

them: Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross: I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. Which now the public body,Which doth seldom 2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. Play the recanter,-feeling in itself

Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal

That mine own use invites me to cut down, of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon;

And shortly must I fell it ; Tell my friends, And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render? Tell Athens, in the sequence of degrees, Together with a recompense more fruitful . From high to low throughout, that whoso please Than their offence can weigh down by the dram; To stop affiiction, let him take his haste, Ay, even such beaps and sums of love and wealth, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, And hang himself :- I pray you, do my greeting. And write in thee the figures of their love,

Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall Bior to read them thine.

find him. 74m.

You wiich me in it; 1 Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Suprise me to the very brink of tears:

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, l'pon the beached verge of the salt flood; And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. Which once a day with his emboss'd frotho

I Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us, The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, And of our Athens (thine, and ours,) to take And let iny grave-stone be your oracle.The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Lips, let sour words go by, and language end; Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name What is amiss, plague and infection mend! Live with authority:-so soon we shall drive back Graves only be men's works; and death, their gain! OC Alcibiades the approaches wild;

Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up

(Erit Timon. Ilis country's peace.

1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably San.

And shakes his threat'ning sword Coupled to nature. Against the walls of Athens.

2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, 1 Sen.

Therefore, Timon,-|And strain what other means is left unto us
Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; In our dear peril.
Thus,-

1 Sen.

It requires swift foot. (Exeunt If Alcibiades kill my countrymen, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,

SCENE III.-The walls of Athens. Enter luce That-Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens,

Senators, and a Messenger. And take our goodly aged men by the beards, 1. i Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd ; are his files Giving our holy virgins to the stain

As full as thy repori ? Of contumelions, beastly, mad-brain'd war,

Mess.

I have spoke the least; Then, let him know,-and tell him Timon speaks it, Besides, his expedition promises In pity of our aged, and our youth,

Present approach. I canno choose but tell him, that-I care not, | 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not And let him take't at worst; for their knives care not,

Timon. While you have throats to answer : for mysell, Mess. I met a courier, once mine ancient friend ;There's not a whittle in the unruly camp,

Whom, though in general part we were opposid, But I do prize it at my love, before

Yet our old love made a particular force, The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you And made us speak like friends :- this man was To the protection of the prosperous gods,

riding As thieves to keepers.

From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, Flav.

Slay not, all's in vain. With letters of entreaty, which imported
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,

His fellowship i'the cause against your city,
It will be seen to-morrow: My long sickness In part for his sake mov'd.
Of health,' and living, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;

Enter Senators from Timon.
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,

1 Sen.

Here come our brothers. And last so long enough!

3 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.1 Sen.

We speak in vain. The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Tim. But yet I love my country; and am not Doth choke the air with dust : in and prepare ; One that rejoices in the common wreck,

Ours is the fall, I fear, our foes the snare." (Excunt. As common bruit doth put it. 1 Sen.

That's well spoke. SCENE IV.-The woods. Timon's care, and Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,- 1 4. como-sio

a tomb-stone seen. Enter a Soldier, seeking 1 Sen. These words become your lips as they! Timon. pass through them.

Sol. By all description this should be the place: 2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triumphers Who's here? speak, ho!-No answer ?-What is In their applauding gates.

this? Tim.

Commend me to them : Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span : And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs, Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,

(5) He means—the disease of life begins to pro(1) Confession. (2) Licensed, uncontrolled. (mise me a period. (3) A clasp knife.

(6) Report, rumour. 745 i. e. The gods who are the authors of the (7) Methodically, from highest to lowest prosperity of mankind.

18) Swollen froth. (9) Dreadful.

Dead, sure; and this his grave.

So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character To say, thoul't enter friendly.
M'I take with wax.

12 Sen.

" Throw thy glove; Our captain hath in every figure skill ;.

Or any token of thine honour else,
An ag'd interpreter, though young in days : That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
Before proud Athens he's set down by this, And not as our confusion; all thy powers
Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. (Erit. Snall make their harbour in our town, till we

Have seal'd thy full desire.
SCENE V.-Before the walls of Athens. Trum-

Alcib.

Then there's my glove; pels sound. Enter Alcibiades and forces.

Descend, and open your uncharged ports;'

Those enemies of Timon's and mine own, Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Our terrible approach.

(A parley sounded. Fall, and no more; and,-to atone your fears

With my more noble meaning, -not a man
Enter Senators on the walls.

Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream

of regular justice in your city's bounds,
Till now you have gone on, and filled the time But shall be remedied, to your public laws,
With all licentious measure, making your wills At heaviest answer.
The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such Both.

'Tis most nobly spoken. As slept within the shadow of your power,

Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. Have wander'd with our travers'd arms,' and breath'd .

The Senators descend, and open the gates. Enter Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush, ?

a Soldier. When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong, Cries, of itself No more ; now breathless wrong

Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease;

Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea : And pursy insolence shall break his wind,

And on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which With fear and horrid Night. 1 Sen.

Noble and young,

With wax I brought away, whose soft impression When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,

Interprets for my poor ignorance. Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause to lear, Alcib. (Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of We sent to thee; to give thy rages balm,

wretched soul bereft: To wipe out our ingratitude with loves

Seek not my name : A plague consume you wicked Above their quantity.

cailiff's left! 2 Sen. So did we woo

Here lie i Timon ; who, alive, all living men did Transformed Timon to our city's love,

hate : By humble message, and by promis'd means; Pass by, and curse thy fill ; but pass, and stay not We were not all unkind, nor all deserve

here thy gait. The common stroke of war.

These walls of oursThese well express in thee thy latter spirits: Were not erected by their hands, from whom Though thou abhor'dst in us our human griefs, You have receiv'd your griefs : por are they such, Scorn'dst our brain's flow,' and those our droplets That these great towers, trophies, and schools,

which should fall

From niggard nature fall, vet rich conceit Por private faults in them.

Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye 2 Sen.

Nor are they living, On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
Who were the motives that you first went out; Is noble Timon; of whose memory
Shame, that they wanted cunning in excess Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, And I will use the olive with my sword :
into our city with thy banners spread :

Make war breed peace; make peace stints war; By decimation, and a tithed death,

make each (If thy revenges hunger for that food,

Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.' Which nalure loaths,) take thou the destined tenth ; Let our drums strike.

(Exeunt. And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the spotted.

All have not offended ; For those that were, it is not square, to take,

The play of Timon is a domestic tragedy, and on those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, therefore strongly fastens on the attention of the Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, reader. In the plan there is not much art, but the Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage : incidents are natural, and the characters various Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin,

and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powWhich, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall erful warning against that ostentatious liberality, With those that have offended : like a shepherd, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth, buys flattery, but not friendship. But kill not all together.

In this tragedy, are many passages perplexed, What thou wilt,

obscure, and probably corrupt, which I have enhou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile, deavoured to rectify, or explain with due diligence; Than hew to't with thy sword.

but having only one copy, cannot promise myself

Set but thy foot that my endeavours shall be much applauded. Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope;

'JOHNSON. (1) Arms across. (2) Mature.

(4) Not regular, not equitable. »te. By promising him a competent subsis (5) Unattacked gates. (6) Reconcile.

(7) i, e. Our tears. (8)_Stop. (9) Physician. TOL, II.

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CORIOLANUS.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a noble Roman. Volumpia, mother to Coriolanus.
Titus Lartius, generals against the Volscians.

Virgilia, wife lo Coriolanus.
Coininius, 18

Valeria, friend to Virgilin.
Menenius Agrippa, friend to Coriolanus.

Gentlerooman attending Virgilia,
Sicinius Velutus, rihmes of the people.
Junius Brutus,
Young Marcius, son to Coriolanus.

Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles, A Roman Herald.

Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants Tallus Aufidius, general of the Volscians.

to Aufidius, and other dutendants,
Lieutenant to Aufidius.
Conspirators with Aufidius.
A Citizen of Antium.

Scene, partly in Rome; and partly in the territories Two Volscian guards.

of the Volscians and Antiales.

ACT I.

scienc'd men can be content to say, it was for his SCENE I.-Rome.

country, he did it to please his mother, and to be A street. Enter a company partly proud ; which he is, even to the altitude of of mutingais Citizens, with staves, clubs, and

his virtue. olher weapons.

2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you i Citizen.

account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he BEFORE we proceed any further, hear me speak.

is covelous.

1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of Cul. Speak, speak. (Several speaking at once. laccusations ; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in i Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to

to repetition. (Shouts within. What shouts are these? famish?

The other side o'the city is risen: Why stay we Cit. Resolved, resolved.

prating here? to the Capitol. i Cu. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief

chiel | Cit. Come, come enemy to the people.

I Cü. Soft; who comes here? Cil. We know't, we know't. i Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our

Enter Menenios Agrippa own price. I'st a verdict ?

2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hath Cil. No more talking on't; let it be done : away, always loved the people away.

| 1 Cil. He's one honest enough; "Would, all the 2 C. One word, good citizens.

rest were so! 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens: the pa- Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? tricians, good: What authority surseits on, would

Where go vou relieve us; If they would yield us but the super- With bats and Clubs? The matter! Speak, I pray daite, while it were wholesome, we might guess,

you. thes relieved us humanely ; but they think, we are 1 Ci. Our business is not unknown to the senate; too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object they have had inkling, this fortnight, wbat we mof our misery, is as an inventory to particularize tend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. ther abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become shall know, we have strong arms too. . rakes :* for the gods know, I speak this in hunger Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

honest neighbours, 2 Cil. Would yoa proceed especially against Will you undo yourselves 1 Cajus Marcius ?

I Cil. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care commonalty,

Have the patricians of you. For your wants, 2 Ca. Consider you what services he has done Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well for his country?

Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them 1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give Against the Roman state ; whose course will on him good report for't, but that he pays himself with The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Jeing proud.

or more strong link asunder, than can ever Cu. Nay, but speak not maliciously,

Appear in your impediment: For the dearth, I Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done sa-The gods, not the patricians, make it; and mously, he did it to that end: though safl-con-Your knors to them, not arms, must help. Alack,

You are transported by calamity (1) Rich. (2) Thin as rakes. I Thither where more attends you; and you slander

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