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More things like men ?-Eat, Timon, and abhor Grant, I may ever love, and rather woo

Those that would mischief me, than those that do!
Enter Thieves.

He has caught me in his eye: I will present

My honest grief unto him; and, as my lord, 1 Thief. Where should he have this gold ?. It is still serve him with my life.-My dearest master! some poor fragment, some slender ort of his remainder: The mere want of gold, and the falling- TIMON comes forward from his Cave. from of his friends, drove him into this inelancholy. Tim. Away! what art thou ? 2 Thief: It is noised, be hath a mass of treasure.


Have you forgot me, sir ? 3 Thief. Let us make the assay upon him: if he Tim. Why dost ask that? I have forgot all men; care not for't, he will supply us easily; if he covet- Then,ifthou grant'st thou art man,lhave forgot thee. ously reserve it, how shall's get it?

Flav. An honest poor servant of yours. 2 Ï'hief: True; for he bears it not about him,'tis hid. Tim.

Then 1 Thirf. Is not this he?

I know thee not: I ne'er had honest man Thieres. Where?

About me, I; all that I kept were knaves, 2 Thief. 'Tis his description.

To serve in meat to villains. 3 Thirf. He; I know him.


The gods are witness, Thieves. Save thee, Timon.

Ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief Tim. Now, thieves ?

For his undone lord, than mine eyes for you. Thieres. Soldiers, not thieves.

Tim. What, dost thou wecp !--Come nearer ;Tim. Both too: and women's sons.

then I love thee, Thieves. We are not thieves, but men that much Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st do want.

Flinty mankind; whose eyes do never give, Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of But thorough lust and laughter. Pity's sleeping: meat.

Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with
Why should you want? Behold the earth hath roots;

Within this mile break forth a hundred springs: Flav. I beg of you to know me, good my lord,
The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; To accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts,
The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush To entertain me as your steward still.
Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want? Tim. Had I a steward so true, so just, and now

1 Thief: We cannot live on grass,on berries, water, So comfortable? It almost turns As beasts, and birds, and fishes.

My dangerous nature wild. Let me behold
Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, Thy face.-Surely, this man was born of woman.
and tishes;

Forgive my generous and exceptless rashness,
You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, Perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim
That you are thieves profess'd; that you work not one honest man,-mistake me not,--but one;
In holier shapes : for there is boundless theit No more, I pray,--and he is a steward.-
In limited professions. Rascal thieves,

How fain would I have hated all mankind,
Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, And thou redeem'st thyself: But all, save thee,
Till the bigh fever seethe your blood to froth, I tell with curses.
And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise
His antidotes are poison, and he slays

For, by oppressing and betraying me,
More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; Thou mightst have sooner got another service:
Do villany, do, since you profess to do't,

For many so arrive at second masters,
Libe workmen. I'll example you with thievery: Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true,
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction (For I must ever doubt, though ne'er so sure,)
Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, is not thy kindness subtle, covetous,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: If not a usuring kindness: and as rich men deal gifts,
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves Expecting in return twenty for one?
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, Flav. No, my most worthy master, in whose breast
That feeds and breeds by a compostures stolen Doubt and suspect, alas, are placed too late :
From general excrement: each thing's a thief; You should have fear'd false times, when you did
The laws, your curb and their rough power

Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves : away, Suspect still comes where an estate is least.
Rob one another. There's more gold: Cut throats; That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love,
All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, Duty, and zeal to your unmatched mind,
Break open shops ; nothing can you steal,

Care of your food and living: and, believe it,
But thieves do lose it; Steal not less, for this My most honor'd lord,
I give you; and gold confound you howsoever! For any benefit that points to me,

[Timon retires to his Care. Either in hope, or present, I'd exchange
3 Thief. He has almost charmed me from my For this one wish, That you had power and wealth
profession, by persuading me to it.

To requite me, by, making rich yourself. 1 Thief.''Tis in the malice of mankind, that he Tim. Look thee, 'tis so!—Thou singly honest man, thus advisesus; not to have us thrive in our mystery. Here, take:--the gods out of my misery

2 Thief: I'll believe him as an enemy, and give Have sent me treasure. Go, live rich, and happy over my trade.

But thus condition'd; Thou shalt build from men :S 1 Thief. Let us first see peace in Athens : There Hate all, curse all; show charity to none; is no time so miserable, but a man may be true. But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone,

[Exeunt Thieves. Ere thou relieve the beggar: give to dogs

What thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow

them, Flav. () you gods !

Debts wither them: Be men like blasted woods, Is yon des pis'd and ruinous man my lord ? And may diseases lick up their false bloods! Full of decay and failing? O monument

And so farewell, and thrive. Aud wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd!


0, let me stay, What an alteration of honor has

And comfort you, my master. Desperate want made!


If thou hat'st What viler thing upon the earth, than friends Curses, stay not; fly, whilst thou art bless'd and Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends!

free: How rarelyi does it meet with this time's guise, Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. When man was wish'd to love his enemies :

(Exeunt severally. • Legal. • Compost, manure. How happily.

• Away from buman habitation.

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SCENE I.-Before Timon's Cave.

Tim. Most honest men! Why, how shall I reEnter Poet and Painter; Timon behind, unseen.

quite you? Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be Can yon eat roots, and drink cold water? no.

Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service. far where he abides.

Tim. You are honest men: you have heard that Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the

I have gold: rumor hold for true, that he is so full of gold ? Pain. Certain: Alcibiades reports it; Phrynia

I am sure you have: speak truth: you are honest and Timandra had gold of him: he likewise en

pain. So it is said, my noble lord: but therefore riched

poor straggling soldiers with great quantity: Came not my friend, nor I. 'Tis said he gave unto his steward a mighty suin.

Tim. Good honest men :-Thou draw'st a counPoet. Then this breaking of his has been but a

terfeiti try for his friends? Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a palm Thou counterfeit'st most lively.

Best in all Athens; thou art, indeed, the best; in Athens again, and flourish with the highest.


So, so, my lord. Therefore, 'tis not amiss we tender our loves to

Tim. Even so, sir, as I say And for thy fiction, him, in this supposed distress of his: it will show

(To the Poet. honestly in us; and is very likely to load our pur. Why,thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smooth, poses with what they travel for, if it be a just and that thou art even natural in thịne art.true report that goes of his having. Poet. What have you now to present unto him? I must needs say, you have a little fault:

But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, Pain. Nothing at this time but my visitation : Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you; neither wish I, only I will promise him an excellent picce. You take much pains to mend. Poet. I must serve him so too; tell him of an


Beseech your honor, intent that's coming toward him.

To make it known to us. Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very Tim.

You'll take it ill. air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: Both. Most thankfully, my lord. performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but


Will you, indeed ? in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed

Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. of saying' is quite out of use. To promise is most

Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a courtly and fashionable : performance is a kind of

knave, will, or testament, which argues a great sickness in That mightily deceives you. his judgment that makes it.


Do we, my lord ? Tim. Excellent workman ! Thou canst not

Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dispaint a man so bad as is thyself.

semble, Poet. I am thmking what I shall say I have pro-Know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, vided for him: It must be a personating of him- Keep in your bosom : yet remain assurd, self: a satire against the softness of prosperity; with That he's a made-up villain.2 a discovery of the intinite flatteries, that follow

Pain. I know none such, my lord. youth and opulency.


Nor I. Tim. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine

Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in

gold, other men? Do so. I have gold for thee.

Rid me these villains from your companies : Poet. Nay, let's seek him:

Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught, Then do we sin against our own estate,

Contound them by some course, and come to me, When we may profit meet, and come too late.

I'll give you gold enough.
Pain. True;

Both. Name them, my lord, let's know them.
When the day serves, before black-corner'd night,
Find what thou want'st, by free and offer'd light.

Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in

company : Come. Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's Yet an arch-villain keeps him company.

Each man a part, all single and alone, gold,

If, where thou art, two villains shall not be, That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple,

[ To the Painter. Than where swine feed! 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the Come not near him.-If thou wouldst not reside

(To the Poet. foam;

But where one villain is, then him abandon.Settlest admired reverence in a slave:

Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye

slaves, Be crown'd with plagues, that thee alone obey ! You have done work for me, there's payment: 'Fit I do meet them.

[ Advancing.

Hence! Poel. Hail, worthy Timon !

You are an alchemist, make gold of that:

Our late noble master. Out, rascal dogs!
Tim. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men !

(Exit, beating and driving them out. Poet. Sir, Having often of your open bounty tasted,

SCENE II.-The same.
Hearing you were retired, your friends fallin off,
Whose thankless natures-0 abhorred spirits !

Enter FLAVICS, and two Senators.
Not all the whips of heaven are large enough- Flav. It is in vain that you would speak with
What! to you!

Timon; Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence For he is set so only to himself, To their whole being! I'm rapt, and cannot cover That nothing but himself, which looks like man, The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

Is friendly with him. With any size of words.

1 Sen.

Bring us to his cave:
Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better: It is our part, and promise to the Athenians,
You, that are honest by being what you are, To speak with Timon.
Make them best seen, and known.

2 Sen.

At all times alike

He, and myself, Men are not still the same: 'Twas time, and griefi Have traveli'd in the great shower of your gifts,

That framed him thus: time, with his fairer hand And sweetly felt it.

Offering the fortunes of his former days,

Ay, you are honest men. The former man may make him: Bring us to nim
Pain. We are hither come to offer you our And chance it as it may.

• A portrait was so called. • The doing of what we said we would do.

? A complete, a finished villain.

Here is his cave.-


Commend me to them; Peace and content be here ! Lord Timon! Timon! And tell them, that to ease them of their griefs, Look out, and speak to friends : The Athenians, Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee: Their pangs of love, with otlier incident throes Speak to them, noble Timon.

That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
Enter Timon.

In life's uncertain voyage, I will soine kindness do

them: Tim. Thou sun, that comfort'st, burn !--Speak, I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. and be hang'd:

2 Sen. I like this well, he will return again. For each True word, a blister! and each false

Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, Be as a caut'rizing to the root o' the tongue,

That mine own use invites me to cut down, Consuming it with speaking!

And shortly must I tell it : Tell my friends, 1 Sen.

Worthy Timon

Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon. From high to low throughout, that whoso please 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.

To stop affliction, let hun take his haste, Tim. I thank them; and would send them back Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, the plague,

And hang himselt:-I pray you, do my greeting. Could I but catch it for them.

Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall I Sen. O, forget

find him. What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.

Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens, The senators, with one consent of love,

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Entreal thee back to Athens; who have thought

Upon the beached verge of the salt tood; On special dignities, which vacant lie

Which once a day with his embossed froth For iny best use and wearing.

The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, 2 Seri.

They confess,

And let my grave-stone be your oracle.Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross :

Lips, let sour words go by, and language end: Which now the public body,-which doth seldom

What is amiss, plague and intection mend ! Play the recanter,-feeling in itselt

Graves only be men's works; and death, their gain! A lách of Timous aid, bath sense withal

Sun, hide ihy beams! Timon hath done his reign! 01 its own tall, restraining aid to Timon:

[Exit Timon. And send forth us, to make their sorrow'd render,3 i Sen. His discontents are unremovably Together with a recompense more fruitful

Coupled to nature. Than their oflence can weigh down by the dram; 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return, Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth, And strain what other means is left unto us And shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs, in our dear peril. And write in thee the tigures of their love,

I Sen.

It requires swift foot. (Exeunt. Ever to read them thine. Tim. You witch me in it;

SCENE III.-The Walls of Athens. Surprise me to the very brink of tears:

Enter two Senators, and a Messenger. Leud me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, and Til beweep these comforts, worthy senators.

1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discovered;are his files I Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us,

As full as thy report?

Mess. And of our Athens, (thine, and ours,) to take

I have spoke the least : The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,

Besides, his expedition promises Aliou 'ut with absolute power, and thy good name

Present approach. Live with authority :-50 soon we shall drive back

2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not Of Alcibiades the approaches wild;

Timon. Who, like a boar too sa vage, doth root up

Mes. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend; His country's peace.

Whom, though in general part we were oppos’d, 2 Sen. And shakes his threat'ning sword Yet our old love made a particular force, Against the walls of Athens.

And made us speak like friends :—this man was I Sen. Therefore, Timon,

riding Tim. Well, sir, I will; theretore, l' will, sir; From Alcibiades to Timon's cave, Thus,

With letters of entreaty, which imported If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,

His fellowship i'the cause against your city, Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,

In part for his sake mov'd. Thal-Timon cares not. But it he sack fair Athens,

Enter Senators from Timon. And take our goodly aged men by the beards,

1 Sen.

Here come our brothers, Giving our holy virgins to the stain

2 Sen. No talk of Timon, nothing ot him exOf contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war;

pect. Then, let him know,—and telihim, Timon speaks it, the enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring In piy of our aged, and our youth,

Doth choke the air with dust: In and prepare ; I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not, And let him take't at worst; for their knives' care Ours is the fall, 1 tear; our foes, the snare.

(Exeunt. not While you have throats to answer: for myself, SCENE IV.--The Woods. Timon's Cave, and a There's not a whittle in the unruly camp,

Tomb-stone seen.
But I do prize it at my love, betore

Enter a Soldier, seeking TIMON.
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you
To the protection of the prosperoust gods,

Sol. By all description this should be the place. As thieves to keepers.

Who's here? speak, bo!-No answer !--What is Fluv. Stay not, all's in vain.

this? Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph,

Timon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span : It will be seen to-morrow: my long sickness

Some beast rear'd this; there does not live a man. Or health, and living, now begins to mend,

Dead, sure; and this his grave. And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still; What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,

I'll take with wax. Aud last so long enough!

Our captain hath in every figure skill; 1 Stn.

We speak in vain. An aged interpreter, though young in days: Tim. But yet I love my country; and am not

Before proud Athens he's set down by this, One that rejoices in the common wreck,

Whose tall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit. As common bruiti doth put it. 1 Sen.

That's well spoke. SCENE V.-Before the Walls of Athens. Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,- Trumpets sounded. Enter ALCIBIADES and Forces. I Sen. These words become your lips as they pass Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town through them.

Our terrible approach. 2 Sen. Andenter in our ears like great triumphers

(A Parley sounded. In their applauding gates.

Enter Senators on the Walls. 3 Confession. • Licensed, uncontrolled.

Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time • A clasp knife. • Propitious. 1 Report, rumor.

· Dreadful.

With all licentious measure, making your wills Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope ,
The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
As slept within the shadow of your power, To say, thou'lt enter friendly.
Have wandered with our travers'd arms,9 and 2 Sen.

Throw thy glove; breath'd

Or any token of thine honor else,
Our sufferance vainly; Now the time is flush, That ihou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
When crouching marrow, in

he bearer strong, And not as our confusion, all thy powers
Cries, of itsell, No more : now breathless wrong Shall make their harbor in our town, till we
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease; Have seal'd thy full desire.
And pursy insolence shall break his wind,


Then there's my glove ; With fear and horrid flight.

Descend, and open your uncharged ports ;3 1 Sen.

Noble and young,

Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause of tear, Fall, and no more: and,--to atones your fears We sent to thee; to give thy rages balm,

With my more noble meaning,--not a man To wipe out our ingratitude with loves

Shall pass his quarter, or oflend the stream Above their quantity.

Of regular justice in your city's bounds, 2 Sen. So did we woo

But shall be remedied, to your public laws Transformed Timon to our city's love,

At heaviest answer. By humble message, and by promis'd means; Both.

'Tis most nobly spoken. We were not all unkind, nor all deserve

Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. The common stroke of war.

[The Senators descend, and open the Gates. 1 Sen.

These walls of ours Were not erected by their hands, from whom

Enter a Soldier. You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such,

Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead; That these great towers,trophies, and schools should Entomb'd upon the very hem o’the sea; fall

And on his gravestone, this insculpture; wlich For private faults in them.

With wax I brought away, whose soft impression 2 Sen.

Nor are they living

Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Who were the motives that you first went out;
Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess

Alcib. (Reads.] Here lies a wretched coise, of Hatti broke their hearts. March, noble lord,

wretched soul bereft: Into our city with thy banners spread :

Seek not my name : A plague consume you wicked By decimation, and a tithed deaih,

cailiffs left! (If thy revenges hunger for that food,

Here lie 1, Timon; who, alive, all living men did Which nature loathes) take thou the destin’d tenth; Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not

hale: And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the spoited.

here thy gait. 1 Sen. All have not offended;

These well express in thee thy latter spirits: For those that were, it is not square2 to take, Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Scorn'dst our brain's tlow, and those our dioplets Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman,

which Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage: From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin,

Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for ay. Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead With those that have oflended: like a shepherd, Is noble Timon; of whose memory Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth, Hereafter more.--Bring me into your city, But kill not all together.

And I will use the olive with my sword: 2 Sen. What thou wilt,

Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile,

make each Than hew to't with thy sword.

Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.6 1 Sen. Set but thy foot Let our drums strike.

(Exeunt. • Arms across. Mature. 9 Not regular, not equitable. ; Unattacked gates,

• Reconcile. • Physician.

• Stop.

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A Citizen of Antium.
Tus Lartius, } Generals against the Volscians.

Twu Volscian Guards.
MENENTUS AGRIPPA, Friend to Coriolanus.

VOLUMNIA, Mother to Coriolanus.
SiCINIUS VELUTCS, } Tribunes of the People.

Virgilia, Wife to Coriolanus. ,

VALERIA, Friend to Virgilia. Young MARCIUS, Son to Coriolanus.

Gentlewoman attending Virgilia. A Roman Herald. TULLUS AUFIDICS, General of the Volscians, Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ædiles, Lieutenant to Aufidius.

Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants Conspirators with Autidius.

to Autidius, and other Attendants.
SCENE, partly in Rome, and partly in the Territories of the Volscians and Antiates.


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SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.

2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, with account a vice in him: You must in no way say, Stares, Clubs, and other Weapons.

1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of 1 Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me accusations; he hath faults with surplus, to tire in speak.

repetition. [Shouts within. What shouts are these? Cit. Speak, speak. (Several speaking at once. The other side o'the city is risen: Why stay we

1 Cit. You are resolved rather to die than to prating here? To the Capitol. famish ?

Cit. Come, come. Cit. Resolved, resolved.

1 Cit. Soft; who comes here? 1 Cit. First, you know, Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.

Enter MENENICS AGRIPPA. Cit. We know't, we know't.

2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa : one that hath i Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at always loved the people. our own price. Is't a verdict ?

1 Cit. He's one honest enough; 'Would, all the Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done: away, rest were so ! away.

Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand ? 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.

Where go you i Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the pa- With bats and clubs! The matter speak, I pray you. tricians, good: What authority surfeits on, would 1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; relieve us : If they would yield us but the super- They have had inkling, this fortnight, what we influity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, tend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. they relieved us humanely! but they think, we are They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they too 'dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object shall know, we have strong arms too. of our misery, is an inventory to particularize their

Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine ha abundance ; our sufferance is a gain to them.

nest neighbors, Let us -avenge this with our pikes, ere we become Will you undo yourselves? rakes :2 for the gods know, I speak this in hunger 1 Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already, for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care 2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Caius Marcius!

Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift thein commonalty.

Against the Roman state ; whose course will on 2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs for his country?

Of more strong link asunder, than can ever i Cit. Very well; and could be content to give Appear in your impediment: For the dearth, him good report for't, but that he pays himself the gods, not the patricians, make it; and with being proud.

Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.

You are transported by calamity i Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, Thither where more attends you: and you slander he did it to ihat end: though soft conscienced men The helms o'the state,who care for you like fathers, can be content to say it was for his country, he did when you curse them as enemies. it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; 1 Cit. Care for us !-True, indeed!—They ne'er which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.

cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their 1 Rich.

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