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With my more noble meaning, -not a man
pass his quarter, or offend the stream
'Tis most nobly spoken. Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.
The Senators descend, and open the Gates.
Enter a Soldier.
hem o'the sea :
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, und stay not here
si, e. Our tears.
Hereafter more.-Bring me into your city,
make make each Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.7 Let our drums strike.
The play of Timon is a domestick tragedy, and therefore strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there is not much art, but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact.. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against that ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys flattery, but not friendship.
In this tragedy, are many passages perplexed, obscure, and probably corrupt, which I have endeavoured to rectify, or explain with due diligence; but having only one copy, cannot promise myself that my endeavours shall be much applauded.
Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a noble Roman.
} generals against the Volscians.
Junius Brutus, ; } tribunes of the people.
Young Marcius, son to Coriolanus.
Volumnia, mother to Coriolanus.
Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ædiles,
Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to
Scene, partly in Rome; and partly in the Terri
tories of the Volscians and Antiates.
Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, with Staves,
Clubs, and other Weapons.
1 Citizen. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once.
1 Cit. You are all 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.
i 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,