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More things like men?-Eat, Timon, and abhor Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo
1 Thief. Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender o.t of his remainder: The mere want of gold, and the fallingfrom of his friends, drove him into this melancholy. 2 Thief. It is noised, he hath a mass of treasure. 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him: if he care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covetJusly reserve it, how shall's get it?
2 Thief. True; for he bears it not about him,'tis hid. 1 Thuf. Is not this he?
2 Thief. 'Tis his description.
3 Thef. He; I know him. Thieves. Save thee, Timon. Tim. Now, thieves?
Thieves. Soldiers, not thieves.
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of
Why should you want? Behold the earth hath roots;
Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds,
You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con,
1 Thief. 'Tis in the malice of mankind, that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery. 2 Thief. I'll believe him as an enemy, and give Over my trade.
1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens: There is no time so miserable, but a man may be true. [Exeunt Thieves.
Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord?
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends
• How happily.
Those that would mischief me, than those that do
TIMON comes forward from his Cave.
I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man
Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now
Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise;
If not a usuring kindness: and as rich men deal gif's,
Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast
Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
Tim. Look thee, 'tis so!-Thou singly honest man
Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee.
SCENE I-Before Timon's Cave.
Enter Poet and Painter; TIMON behind, unseen. Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far where he abides.
Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the rumor hold for true, that he is so full of gold?
Pain. Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise enriched poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'Tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty sum. Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try for his friends?
Pain. Nothing else: you shall see him a palm in Athens again, and flourish with the highest. Therefore, 'tis not amiss we tender our loves to him, in this supposed distress of his: it will show honestly in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with what they travel for, if it be a just and true report that goes of his having.
Poet. What have you now to present unto him? Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation: only I will promise him an excellent piece.
Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an intent that's coming toward him.
Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will, or testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
Thou canst not
Tim. Excellent workman! paint a man so bad as is thyself. Poet. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for him: It must be a personating of himself: a satire against the softness of prosperity; with a discovery of the infinite flatteries, that follow youth and opulency.
Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do so. I have gold for thee. Poet. Nay, let's seek him:
Then do we sin against our own estate,
When we may profit meet, and come too late.
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's
To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
Poet. Hail, worthy Timon!
Our late noble master. Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men! Poet. Sir,
Having often of your open bounty tasted,
Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better:
He, and myself,
The doing of what we said we would do.
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple,
[To the Painter.
Settlest admired reverence in a slave:
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the Come not near him.—If thou wouldst not reside [To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon.Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came tor gold ye slaves, You have done work for me, there's payment Hence! Out, rascal dogs! You are an alchemist, make gold of that:
[Exit, beating and driving them out.
Beseech your honor,
Will you, indeed!
Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord.
That mightily deceives you.
Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him,
Pain. I know none such, my lord.
Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you
Rid me these villains from your companies:
Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
If, where thou art, two villains shall not be,
1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
is country's peace. 2 Stn. And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens.
Tun. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir;
Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
Enter Senators from TIMON.
Here come our brothers. 2 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing of him expect.
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war;
Then, let him know,-and tell him, Timon speaks it, The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring
I cannot choose but tell him, that-I care not,
Commend me to them,
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness de
Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return,
It requires swift foot. [Exeunt.
1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discovered; are his files As full as thy report!
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not
Mes. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;-
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The Woods. Timon's Cave, and a Tomb-stone seen.
While you have throats to answer: for myself,
And last so long enough!
2 Sen. And enter in our ears like great triúmphers In their applauding gates.
A clasp knife. • Propitious.
Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON.
Sol. By all description this should be the place.
What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character
Our captain hath in every figure skill;
SCENE V-Before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets sounded. Enter ALCIBIADES and Forces. Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. [A Purley sounded. Enter Senators on the Walls.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time • Dreadful.
These walls of ours
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope;
Throw thy glove
Or any token of thine honor else,
All have not offended;
For those that were, it is not square? to take,
Set but thy foot Arms across. Mature. Not regular, not equitable.
Nor are they living
(If thy revenges hunger for that food,
And by the hazard of the spotted die,
here thy gait.
'Tis most nobly spoken.
[The Senators descend, and open the Gates
Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead;
Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft :
Seek not my name: A plague consume you wicked
These well express in thee thy latter spirits:
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.6
• Unattacked gates.
AIS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman.
NICINIUS VELUTUS. Tribunes of the People.
Young MARCIUS, Son to Coriolanus.
TULLUS AUFIDIUS, General of the Volscians.
Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians Ediles,
SCENE, partly in Rome, and partly in the Territories of the Volscians and Antiates.
Generals against the Volscians.
SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.
Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, with
1 Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. 1 Cit. You are resolved rather to die than to famish?
Cit. Resolved, resolved.
1 Cit. First, you know, Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
Cit. We know't, we know't.
1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?
Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done: away,
2 Cit. One word, good citizens.
1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good: What authority surfeits on, would relieve us: If they would yield us but the supertuity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us humanely! but they think, we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them.Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty.
2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country?
1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give nim good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
A Citizen of Antium.
2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.
1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft conscienced men an be content to say it was for his country, he did to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, eve" to the altitude of his virtue.
2 Thin as rakes.
VOLUMNIA, Mother to Coriolanus.
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.
2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa: one that hath always loved the people.
rest were so!
Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand?
1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate;
Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine ho
1 Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
1 Cit. Care for us!-True, indeed!-They ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts fo