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3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my profession, by persuading me to it.
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 's no time so miserable, but a man may be true. [Exeunt Thieves.
Flav. O you gods!
Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord?
What viler thing upon the earth, than friends,
My dearest master!
Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise;
But tell me true. (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,) Is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
If not a usuring kindness; and as rich men deal gifts,
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
Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
Care of your food and living: and, believe it,
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange
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 quar.tity: 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.
Pam. 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,
Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's
That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple,
'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the foam;
Settlest admired reverence in a slave :
To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey! 'Fit I do meet them.
Poct. Hail, worthy Timon!
Our late noble master.
Can you eat roots, and drink cold water? no.
Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service. Tim. You are honest men: You have heard that I have gold;
Each man apart, all single and alone,
Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.
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:
You are an alchymist, make gold of that: -
[Exit, beating and driving them out.
Enter FLAVIUS and Two Senators.
Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with Timon;
For he is set so only to himself,
That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Is friendly with him.
Bring us to his cave:
At all times alike
It is our part, and promise to the Athenians To speak with Timon.
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 him,
And chance it as it may.
Here is his cave. Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon,
Look out, and speak to friends: The Athenians,
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,
Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn! - Speak, And last so long enough!
and be hang'd:
Play the recanter,
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram ;
You witch me in it;
1 Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,
Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
We speak in vain.
2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphers
And tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs,
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.
Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably
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, And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril. 1 Sen.
It requires swift foot. [Exeunt.
Then, let him know,-and tell him, Timon speaks it, Besides, his expedition promises
I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
So I leave you
2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not
Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend; -
this man was
From Alcibiades to Timon's cave,
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 With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such As slept within the shadow of your power, Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush, When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong, Cries, of itself, No more: now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease; And pursy insolence shall break his wind, With fear, and horrid flight.
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.
So did we woo
Transformed Timon to our city's love,
By humble message, and by promis'd means;
1 Sen. 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.
Throw thy glove;
Or any token of thine honour else,
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 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
CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman.
TITUS LARTIUS, generals against the Volscians
MENENIUS AGRIPPA, friend to Coriolanus.
SICINIUS VELUTUS, tribunes of the people. JUNIUS BRUTUS,
Young MARCIUS, son to Coriolanus.
A Roman Herald.
TULLUS AUFIDIUS, general of the Volscians. Lieutenant to Aufidius.
Conspirators with Aufidius.
A Citizen of Antium. Two Volscian Guards.
VOLUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus. VIRGILIA, wife to Coriolanus. VALERIA, friend to Virgilia.
Gentlewoman, attending Virgilia.
Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants.
SCENE,-partly in Roмz; and partly in the territories of the VOLSCIANS and ANTIATES.
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 him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.
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.
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. - 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.
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?
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.
2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.