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3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my So comfortable? It almost turns profession, by persuading me to it.

My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold 1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he Thy face. Surely, this man was born of woman.-. thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,

2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim over my trade.

One honest man,

- mistake me not, - but cae; 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : There No more, I pray, — and he is a steward. 's no time so miserable, but a man may be true. How fain would I have hated all mankind,

[Ereunt Thieves. And thou redeem'st thyself: But all, save thee,

I fell with curses.
Enter Flavius.

Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise ; Flav. O you gods !

For, by oppressing and betraying me, Is yon despis d and ruinous man my lord ?

Thou might'st have sooner got another service: Full of decay and failing? O monument

For many so arrive at second masters, And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd ! Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true. What an alteration of honour has

(For I must ever doubt, though ne 'er so sure,) Desperate want made !

Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous, What viler thing upon the earth, than friends, If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends :

gifts, How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, Expecting in return twenty for one ? When man was wish'd to love his enemies :

Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo

Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late ; Those that would mischief me, than those that do! You should have fear'd false times, when you did He has caught me in his eye : I will present

feast : My honest grief unto him

; and, as my lord, Suspect still comes where an estate is least. Still serve him with my life. My dearest master ! That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,

Duty and zeal to your unmatched mind,
Timon comes foruard from his cave.

Care of your food and living: and, believe it, Tim. Away! what art thou ?

My most honour'd lord, Flav.

Have you forgot me, sir ? For any benefit that points to me, Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men ; Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange Then, if thou grant'st thou'rt man, I have forgot For this one wish, That you had power and wealth thee.

To requite me, by making rich yourself. Flav. An honest poor servant of yours.

Tim. Look thee, 'tis so ! - Thou singly honest man, Tim.

Then Here, take : - the gods out of my misery I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man

Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and happy : About me, I; all that I kept were knaves,

But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from men; To serve in meat to villains.

Hate all, curse all : show charity to none; Flav.

The gods are witness, But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief

Ere thou relieve the beggar : give to dogs For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. What thou deny'st to men ; let prisons swallow Tim. What, dost thou weep? Come nearer :

them, then I love thee,

Debts wither them : Be men like blasted woods, Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st

And may diseases lick up their false bloods !
Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, And so, farewell, and thrive.
But thorough lust, and laughter. Pity's sleeping: Flav.

0, let me stay, Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with And comfort you, my master. weeping !


If thou hat'st Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord, Curses, stay not ; fly, whilst thou’rt bless'd and free: To accept my grief, and, whilst this poor wealth lasts, | Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. To entertain me as your steward still.

(Exeunt severa?ly. Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now


SCENE I. The same. Before Timon's Cave.

Puet. Then this breaking of his has been but a

try for his friends. Enter Poet and Painter; Timon behind, unseen.

Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a palm in

Athens again, and flourish with the highest. TherePain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be fore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to him, in far where he abides.

this supposed distress of his : it will show honestly Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with rumour hold for true, that he is so full of gold ? what they travel for, if it be a just and true report

Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it ; Phrynia that goes of his having. and Timandra had gold of him : he likewise en- Poet. What have you now to present unto him. riched poor straggling soldiers with great quaruity : Tis said, he gave unto his steward a mighty sum.

Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation only I will promise him an excellent piece.

foam ;

Poet. I must serve him so too ; tell him of an Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best ; intent that's coming toward him.

Thou counterfeit'st most lively. Pam. Good as the best. Promising is the very Pain.

So, so, my lord. air o'the time ; it opens the eyes of expectation : Tim. Even so, sir, as I say :- And, for thy fiction, performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in

[To the Poet. the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, saying is quite out of use. To promise is most That thou art even natural in thine art. courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, will, or testament, which argues a great sickness in I must needs say, you have a little fault : his judgment that makes it.

Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint | You take much pains to mend. a man so bad as is thyself.


Beseech your honour, Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have To make it known to us. provided for him: It must be a personating of him- Tim.

You'll take it ill. self: a satire against the softness of prosperity ; with Both. Most thankfully, my lord. a discovery of the infinite flatteries, that follow youth Tim.

Will you, indeed ? and opulency.

Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults That mightily deceives you. in other men ? Do so, I have gold for thee.


Do we, my lord ? Poet. Nay, let's seek him :

Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him disThen do we sin against our own estate,

semble, When we may profit meet, and come too late. Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, Pain. True;

Keep in your bosom : yet remain assur'd,
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, That he's a made-up villain.
Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Pain. I know none such, my lord.


Nor I. Tim. I'll meet you at the turn.

What a god's Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold,

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 them by some course, and come to me,

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 !

coinpany :'Fit I do meet them.

(Advancing. Each man apart, all single and alone, Poct. 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 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

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, 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. Make them best seen, and known.

Enter FLAVIUS and Two Senators. Pain.

He, and myself, Have travell'd in the great shower of your gifts, Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with And sweetly felt it.

Timon; Tim.

Ay, you are honest men. Por he is set so only to himself, Pain. We are hither come to offer you our service. That nothing but himself, which looks like man, T'im. Most honest men! Why, how shall I re- Is friendly with him. quite you ?

1 Sen.

Bring us to his cave : Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no. It is our part, and promise to the Athenians

Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service. To speak with Timon.
Tim. You are honest men : You have heard that 2 Sen.

At all times alike
I have gold;

Men are not still the same: 'Twas time, and griefs, I am sure, you have : speak truth : you are honest That fram'd him thus : time, with his fairer hand,

Offering the fortunes of his former days, Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore The former man may make him : Bring us to hiin, Came not my friend, nor I.

And chance it as it may. Tim. Good honest men :- Thou draw'st a coun- *Flav.

Here is his cave. terfeit

Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon ! Timon ,


Look out, and speak to friends : The Athenians, Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee : It will be seen to-morrow : My long sickness Speak to them, noble Timon.

Of health, and living, now begins to mend,

And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; Enler Timon.

Be Alcibiades your plague, you his, Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! Speak, | And last so long enough! and be hang'd :

1 Sen.

We speak in vain. For each true word, a blister! and each false

Tim. But yet I love my country, and am not Be as a caut'rizing to the root o'the tongue, One that rejoices in the common wreck, Consuming it with speaking !

As common bruit doth put it. 1 Sen. Worthy Timon, 1 Sen.

That's well spoke. Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen, 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. i Sen. These words become your lips as they Tim. I thank them ; and would send them back

pass through them. the plague,

2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triúmphers Could I but catch it for them.

In their applauding gates. 1 Sen.

0, forget

Commend me to them; What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.

And tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, The senators, with one consent of love,

Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, 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 soine 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 publick 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 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, do 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, Surprize 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 froth

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 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! Of Alcibiades the approaches wild ;

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

[Erit Truos. 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
Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir ; | In our dear peril.

1 Sen.

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

SCENE III. - The Walls of Athens. That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair

Enter Two Senators, and a Messenger. Athens, 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 ;


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 tak’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 whittle 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,

riding As thieves to keepers.

From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, Flav.

Stay not, all's in vain. With letters of entreaty, which imported

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His fellowship i’the cause against your city, (If thy revenges hunger for that food,
In part for his sake mov'd.

Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin'd tenth;

And by the hazard of the spotted die,
Enter Senators from Timon.

Let die the spotted.
1 Sen.
Here come our brothers. 1 Sen.

All have not offended; 3 Sen. No talk of Timou, nothing of him ex- For those that were, it is not square, to take, pect.

On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, Doth choke the air with dust: In, and prepare ; Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage : Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare. [Ereunt. Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin,

Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall SCENE IV. The Woods. Timon's Cave, and with those that have offended : like a shepherd, a Tomb-stone seen.

Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth,

But kill not all together.
Enter a Soldier, seeking Timon.

2 Sen.

What thou wilt,
Sold. By all description this should be the place, Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile,
Who's here ? speak, ho! - No answer ? - What is Than hew to't with thy sword.

1 Sen.

Set but thy foot
Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span : Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope;
Some beast rear'd this ; there does not live a man. So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
Dead, sure; and this his grave.


thou'lt enter friendly. What's on this tomb I cannot read ; the character 2 Sen.

Throw thy glove ; I'll take with wax :

Or any token of thine honour else, Our captain hath in every figure skill ;

That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, An ag'd interpreter, though young in days : And not as our confusion, all thy powers Before proud Athens he's set down by this,

Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Erit. Have seal'd thy full desire.


Then there's my glove; SCENE V. - Before the Walls of Athens. Descend, and open your uncharged ports ; Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES and Forces.

Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own,

Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town

Fall, and no more : and, - - to atone your fears Our terrible approach.

[A parley sounded.

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 fill’d the time

But shall be rendered, to your publick 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
Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,

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

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

Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, oj 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 wickell Above their quantity.

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

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

Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass and stay not By humble message, and by promis'd means ;

here thy gait. We were not all unkind, nor all deserve

These will express in thee thy latter spirits : The common stroke of war.

Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griets, 1 Sen.

These walls of ours Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets Were not erected by their hands, from whom

which You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit That these great towers, trophies, and schools should Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye fall

On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead For private faults in them.

Is noble Timon ; of whose memory 2 Sen. Nor are they living,

Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, Who were the motives that you first went out ; And I will use the olive with my sword : Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess Make war breed peace; make peace stint war, Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,

make each Into our city with thy banners spread :

Prescribe to other, as each other's leech. By decimation, and a tithed death,

Let our drums strike.




Caius MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman. A Citizen of Antium.
Torus IUSATIUS, } generals against the Volscians

Two Volscian Guards.
Menenius Agrippa, friend to Coriolanus.

VOLUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus.
VELUTUS, } tribunes of the people.

VIRGILIA, wife to Coriolanus.
Junius ,

Valeria, friend to Virgilia.
Young MARCIUS, son to Coriolanus.

Gentlewoman, attending Virgilia.
A Roman Herald.
Tullus AUFIDIUS, general of the Volscians.

Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles, Lieutenant to Aufidius.

Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Serwuns Conspirators with Aufidius.

to Aufidius, and other Attendants. SCENE, - partly in Romz; and marily in the territories of the VOL-SCIANS and ANTIATES.


2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against SCENE I. — Rome. A Street.

Caius Marcius? Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves,

Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the clubs, and other weapons.


2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for 1 Cu. Before we proceed any further, hear me his country? speak.

1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. him good report for't, but that he pays himself with

1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to being proud. famish?

2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. Cit. Resolved, resolved.

1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done fa1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief mously, he did it to that end; though soft conenemy to the people.

scienc'd men can be content to say, it was for his Cit. We know't, we know't.

country, he did it to please his mother, and to be i Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at oui partly proud ; which he is, even to the altitude of own price. Is't a verdict ?

his virtue. Cit. No more talking on't: let it be done : away, 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you away.

account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.

is covetous. 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the pa- 1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of tricians, good : What authority surfeits on, would accusations ; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in relieve us ; If they would yield us but the super- repetition. (Shouts within.) What shouts are these ? fluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, The other side o'the city is risen : Why stay we they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are prating here ? to the Capitol. too dear : the leanness that afflicts us, the object Cit. Come, come. of our misery, is an inventory to particularize 1 Cit. Soft ; who comes here? their abundance ; our sufferance is a gain to them. - Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we be

Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. come rakes : for the gods know, I speak this in 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hatua hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

always loved the people.

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