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The Senators descend, and open the gates.
Enter a Soldier.
Sold. 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 here thy gait.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow*, and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
Hereafter more. Bring me into your city,
Make war breed peace; make peace stint war;
Prescribe to other, as each other's leecht.
Let our drums strike.
i. e. Our tears.
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.
Menenius Agrippa, friend to Coriolanus.
tribunes of the people.
Young Marcius, son to Coriolanus.
A Roman Herald.
Tullus Aufidius, general of the Volscians.
Lieutenant to Aufidius.
Conspirators with Aufidius.
A Citizen of Antium.
Volumnia, mother to Coriolanus.
Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants.
Scene, partly in Rome; and partly in the terri tories of the Volscians and Antiates.