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You have receiv'd your griefs : nor are they such
That these great tow'rs, 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 on, oh noble Lord,
Into our city with thy banners spread;
By decimation and a tithed death,
(If thy revenges hunger for that food
Which nature loaths) take thou the destin'd tenth, a

I Sen, 9/We all have not offended :
For those that were, it is not square to take,
On those that are, revenge : crimes, like to lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage ;
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin
Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall
With those that have offended ; like a shepherd,
Approach the fold, and cull th' infected forth,
But kill not all together.

2 Sen, What thou wilt
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile,
Than hew to't with thy sword.

I Sen. Set but thy foot
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope:
So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say thou'lt enter friendly.

2 Sen. Throw thy glove,
Or any token of thine honour else,
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
And not as our confusion: all thy powers
Shall make their harbour in our town, 'till we
Have feald thy full desire.

(a) take thou the deftin'd tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the spotted.

Sen. We all have, &c.

dic. Then there's my glove ;
Descend and open your uncharged ports,
Those enemies of Timon, 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, not a man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
But shall be remedied by publick laws
At heaviest answer.

Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken.
Alc. Descend, and keep your words.

Enter a Soldier.
Sold. My noble General, Timon is dead,
Entomb'd upon the very hem o'th' sea,
And on his grave-stone this insculpture, which
With wax I brought away ; whole soft impression
Interpreteth for my poor ignorance.

[Alcibiades reads the epitaph.]
Here lies a wretched coarse, of wretched soul bereft:
Seek not my name : a plague consume you caitiffs left!
Here lye I Timon, who all living mon did hate,

Pass by, and curse thy fill, but fiay not here thy gate.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits :
Tho' thou abhorr’dít in us our human griefs,
Scorn'dft our ? /brine's'Aow, and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall; yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make valt Neptune weep for aye
On thy low 'grave our faults-forgiv'n, since dead
Is noble Timon, of whose memory
Hereafter more.-Bring me into your city,
And I will use the olive with my sword ;
Make war breed peace ; make peace stint war ; make each
Prescribe to other, as each ocher's leach,
Let our drums strike.

[Exeunt.

CORIO 1 Timon's,

2 brains 3 grave.--On: faults forgiven.-Dead

CORIOLANUS.

VOL.V,

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DRA

CAIUS Martius Coriolanus, a noble Roman, bated by

the common People: Titus Lartius,

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Generals against the Volscians, and Cominius,

friends to Coriolanus. Menenius Agrippa, Friend to Coriolanus, Sicinius Velutus, į Tribunes of the People, and enemies to Junius Brutus,

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Coriolanus.
Tullus Aufidius, General of the Volscians.
Lieutenant to Aufidius.
Young Martius, Son to Coriolanus.
Conspirators with Aufidius.

Voluninia, Mother to Coriolanus.
Virgilia, Wife to Coriolanus.
Valeria, Friend to Virgilia.

Roman and Volscian Senators, Ædiles, Liktors, Soldiers,

Common People, Servants to Aufidius, and otber Attendants,

The SCENE is partly in Rome and partly in the

Territory of the Volscians, and Antiates.

The whole History exa&tly follow'd, and many of the

principal speeches copy'd from the life of Coriolanus
in Plutarch.

Pope

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