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So comfortable? It almost turns
My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold
SCENE I. The same. 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 rumour 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.
Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise;
If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal
Expecting in return twenty for one?
Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast Doubt and suspect, alas, are plac'd too late ; You should have fear'd false times, when you did feast:
Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
Care of your food and living: and, believe it,
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange
For this one wish, That you had power and wealth To requite me, by making rich yourself.
Tim. Look thee, 'tis so!-Thou singly honest man, Here, take: the gods out of my misery Have sent thee treasure. Go, live rich, and happy: But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from men ; Hate all, curse all: show charity to none; But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone, Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow them,
Debts wither them: Be men like blasted woods,
O, let me stay,
If thou hat'st Curses, stay not; fly, whilst thou'rt bless'd and free: Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. [Exeunt severally.
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.
Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not 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 the day serves, before black-corner'd night, Find what thou want'st by free and offer'd light. Come.
What a god's
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn.
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the
Poct. Hail, worthy Timon!
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:
Pain. He, and myself, Have travell'd in the great shower of your gifts, And sweetly felt it.
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
I am sure, you have: speak truth: you are honest
Best in all Athens: thou art, indeed, the best; Thou counterfeit'st most lively.
Pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore Came not my friend, nor I.
Tim. Good honest men :-Thou draw'st a coun
Pain. So, so, my lord. Tim. Even so, sir, as I say:-And, for thy fiction, [To the Poet. Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, That thou art even natural in thine art. But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, I must eeds say, you have a little ult: Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, You take much pains to mend. Both.
Beseech your honour,
To make it known to us.
Will you, indeed?
Do we, my lord? Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble,
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 gold,
Rid me these villains from your companies :
Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
If where thou art, two villains shall not be, [To the Painter. Come not near him. - If thou would'st not reside [To the Poet. But where one villain is, then him abandon. Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye slaves :
You have done work for me, there's payment: Hence!
And take our goodly aged men by the beards,
You witch me in it;
1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
His country's peace.
And shakes his threat'ning sword Coupled to nature.
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers In their applauding gates.
Commend me to them;
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again.
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead: let us return, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril.
It requires swift foot. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The Walls of Athens.
1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd ; are his files As full as thy report.
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war;
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not
I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
Stay not, all's in vain.
Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;-
this man was
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON.
Sold. By all description this should be the place, Who's here? speak, ho! - No answer? What is this?
Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span :
Our captain hath in every figure skill;
SCENE V.- Before the Walls of Athens. Trumpets sound. Enter ALCIBIADES and Forces. Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach. [A parley sounded. Enter Senators on the walls.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
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.
2 Sen. So did we woo Transformed Timon to our city's love, By humble message, and by promis'd means; We were not all unkind, nor all deserve The common stroke of war.
These walls of ours Were not erected by their hands, from whom You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such That these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall
For private faults in them.
2 Sen. 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,
What thou wilt, Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile, Than hew to't with thy sword.
Set but thy foot Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope; So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, thou'lt enter friendly.
Throw thy glove;
Or any token of thine honour else,
-not a man
Alcib. 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, Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Of regular justice in your city's bounds, But shall be rendered, to your publick laws, At heaviest answer. Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.
The Senators descend, and open the gates.
Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead;
[Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft : Seek not my name: A plague consume you wicked caitiff's 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 will express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr❜dst in us our human grief's, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman.
TITUS LARTIUS, generals against the Volscians
tribunes of the people.
A Roman Herald.
TULLUS AUFIDIUS, general of the Volscians.
Lieutenant to Aufidius.
Conspirators with Aufidius.
Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants.
SCENE,-partly in Romz; and partly in the territories of the VOLSCIANS and ANTIATES.
SCENE I.- Rome. A Street.
Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons.
1 Cu. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
A Citizen of Antium.
Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. 1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to famish?
VOLUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus.
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, 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 superfluity, 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.
1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.
Cit. Resolved, resolved.
1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done fa
1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief mously, he did it to that end; though soft conenemy to the people.
Cit. We know't, we know't.
scienc'd men can be content to say, it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.
2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he is covetous.
1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o'the city is risen: Why stay we prating here? to the Capitol.
Cit. Come, come.
1 Cit. Soft; who comes here?
- 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?
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.
2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.