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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, i Thief. Let us first see 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.

benefit that points to me, any

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

For this one wish, That you


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 honourt has

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

But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from men ;4 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 Hesh slide from the bone, How rarelya does it meet with this time's guise, Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs When man was wish'd3 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, Flav.

0, let me stay, Still serve him with my life.—My dearest master ! And comfort you, my master.


If thou hat'st Timon comes forward from his cave.

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. Flav. Have you forgot me, sir?

[Exeunt severally. T'im. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men ; Then, if thou grant'st thou’rtman, I have forgotthee.

Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.

I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man

About me, I; all that I kept were knaves,
To serve in meat to villains.

SCENE 1.The same. Before Timon's cave.
The gods are witness,

Enter Poet and Painter; Timon behind, unseen. Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief

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'im. What, dost thou weep?-Come 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 ? 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 enBut thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping: || riched 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 a Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, try for his friends. To accept my grief, and whilst 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 him, 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 Thy face.-Surely, this man was born of woman. what they travel for, if it be a just and true report Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, that goes of his having. Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim

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

only I will promise him an excellent piece. How fain would I have hated all mankind,

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

Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise; air o'the time: it opens the eyes of expectation : For, by oppressing and betraying me,

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

of saying5 is quite out of use. To promise is most Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,) will and testament, which argues a great sickness Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,

in his judgment that makes it. If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal gifts, Tin. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint Expecting in return twenty for one ?

a man so bad as is thyself. Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have proDoubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late : vided for him: It must be a personating of himself: You should have fear'd false times, when you did a satire against the softness of prosperity; with a feast :

discovery of the infinite flatteries, that follow youth

and opulency. (1) An alteration of honour is an alteration of an honourable state to a state of disgrace.

(4) Away from human habitation. (2) How happily (3) Recommended. (5) The doing of that we said we would do.



Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in

knave, other men? Do so, I have gold for thee.

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



lord ? Then do we sin against our own estate,

T'im. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him disWhen we may protit meet, 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 assurd,
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Thai he's a made-up villain.2

Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn.

What a god's

Nor I.

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,3 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the Confound them by some course, and come to me, foam;

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

T'im. 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 fall'n off, But where one villain is, then him abandon. Whose thankless natures-0 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 stai-like nobleness gave life and influence

To their whole being! I'ın 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, beating 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 Elavius, and two Make them best seen, and known.

Senators. Pain.

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

Timon ;
And sweetly felt it.

For he is set so only to himself,
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 you?

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 do, we'll do, to do you 2 Sen.

At all times alike 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 former days, I am sure you have: speak truth : you are honest | The former man may make him: Bring us to him,

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

Here is his cave.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, terfeiti

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.
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. Both.

Beseech your honour, Tim. I thank them; and would send them back To make it known to us.

the plague, Tim.

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

1 Sen.

O, forget Tim.

Will you, indeed! || What we are sorry for ourselves in thee. Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.

The senators, with one consent of love, (1) A portrait was so called.

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

With one united voice of affection,



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 doth 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

T'im. 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 degree,? 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 affliction, let him take his haste, Ay, even such heaps 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:--1 pray you,


my greeting And write in thee the figures of their love,

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

find him. Tim.

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

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators. Which once a day with his embossed froth8

1 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 my grave-stone be your oracle.The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,

Lips, let words go by, and language end; Allow'd2 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! Of Alcibiades the approaches wild;

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

(Exit Timon. His country's peace.

1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably 2 Sen. 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
T'im. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir ; In our dear9 peril.

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 two That-Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens,

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

As full as thy report? Of contumelious, 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 cannot 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 myself, Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;There's not a whittle3 in the unruly camp, Whom, though in general part we were oppos’d, 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, 4

riding As thieves to keepers.

From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,

Stay 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,

Enter Senators from Timon.
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still;
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 T'im. 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. (Exeunt. As common bruité doth put it. 1 Sen.

SCENE IV.-The woods. Timon's cave, and

That's well spoke. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,

a tomb-stone seen. Enter a Soldier, seeking

Timon. 1 Sen. These words become your lips as they 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. (4) i. e. The gods who are the authors of the (7) Methodically, from highest to lowest prosperity of mankind.

(8) Swollen froth. (9) Dreadful, VOL. II.



your fears

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, thou'lt enter friendly.
I'll take with wax.

2 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. (Exit. Shall 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; pets sound. Enter Alcibiades, and forces. Descend, and open your uncharged ports;5

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

Fall, and no more ; and,- to atonen
Enter Senators on the walls.

With my more noble meaning, -not a man
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time Shall pass his quarter, or offend the streana
With all licentious measure, making your wills Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
The scope of justice ; till now, myself, and such

But shall be remedied, to your public laws, As slept within the shadow of your power,

At heaviest answer. Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and


'Tis most nobly spoken. breath'd

Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,2

The Senators descend, and open the gates. Enter When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,

a Soldier. Cries, of itself, No more: now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease;

Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; And pursy insolence shall break his wind, Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea : With fear and horrid flight.

And on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which 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 fear, 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.

caitiff'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 promisd means ;3

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. 1 Sen.

These walls of ours

These well express in thee thy latter spirits : Were not erected by their hands, from whom

Though thou abhorr’dst in us our human griefs, You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets That these great towers

, trophies, and schools, From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit should fall For 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 Into our city with thy banners spread:

Make war breed peace; make peace stints war;

make each By decimation, and a tithed death, (If thy revenges hunger for that food,

Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.9 Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin'd tenth;

Let our drums strike.

(Exeunt. And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let dié the spotted. 1 Sen.

All have not offended; For those that were, it is not square,4 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

and exact. Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin,

The catastrophe affords a very pow. Which, 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.

În this tragedy, are many passages perplexed, 2 Sen.

What thou wilt, obscure, and probably corrupt, which I have enThou 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 1 Sen.

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. (3) i. e. By promising him a competent subsis- (5) Unattacked gates.

(6) Reconcile. tence,

(7) i. e. Our tears. (8) Stop. (9) Physician.

my sword:

Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a noble Roman. Volumnia, mother to Coriolanus.
Titus Lartius,

Virgilia, wife to Coriolanus.
generals against the Volscians.

Valeria, friend to Virgilia.
Menenius Agrippa, friend to Coriolanus. Gentlewoman attending Virgilia.
Sicinius Velutus, } tribunes of the people.
Junius Brutus,

Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Young Marcius, son to Coriolanus.

Ædiles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, A Roman Herald.

Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants. Tullus Aufidius, general of the Volscians. Lieutenant to Aufidius. Conspirators with Aufidius.

Scene, partly in Rome ; and partly in the terri. A Citizen of Antium.

tories of the Volscians and Antiates. Two Volscian guards.


scienc'd men can be content to say, it was for his

country, he did it to please his mother, and to be SCENE 1.-Rome. A street. Enter a com- partly proud ; which he is, even to the altitude of

pany of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, l| his virtue. and other weapons.

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

account a vice in him: You must in no way say, 1 Citizer.

is covetous. BEFORE we proceed any further, hear me speak.

1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. |accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in

1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than 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.

Cit. Come, come. 1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief

1 Cit. Soft; who comes here? enemy to the people. Cit. We know't, we know't.

Enter Menenius Agrippa. 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?

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

i čit. He's one honest enough; 'Would, all the 2 Cit . 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 surfeits on, would

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

you. they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are

1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we inof our misery, is as an inventory to particularize tend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. their 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:2 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, 1 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Will you undo yourselves ? Caius Marcius ?

1 Cit. 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 Cit. 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 i Cit. Very well; and could be content to give against the Roman state ; whose course will on him good report for't, but trat he pays himself with The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs being proud.

Of more strong link asunder, than can ever 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. Appear in your impediment: For the dearth,

1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done fa- The gods, not the patricians, make it; and mously, he did it to that end: though soft-con- Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,

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




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