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The Senators descend, and open the gates.
Enter a Soldier.
Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea : And on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which With wax I brought away, whose soft impression Interprets for my poor ignorance. Alcib. [Reads. ] Here lies a wretched corse, of
wretched soul bereft : Seek not my name: A plague consume you wicked
caitiffs 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 On thy low grave, on faults forgiveu. Dead Is noble Timon; of wliose memory Hereafter more. Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my sword: Make war breed peace; make peace stint t war;
make each 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 have endeavoured to rectify, or explain with due diligence; but having only one copy, cannot promise myself that my endeavours shall be much applauded.
} generals against the Volscians.
Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a noble Roman.
tribunes of the people.
Volumnia, mother to Coriolanus.
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.