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Wat thou deny'st to men ; let prisons swallow them, Poet. Hail, worthy Timon!
Our late noble inaster and may diseases lick up their false bloods !
T'im. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men And so, farewell, and thrive.
Poet. Sir, Flav.
0, let me stay,
Having often of your open bounty tasted, And comfort you, my master.
Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fall’n off, Tim.
If thou hat'st Whose thankless natures-0 abhorred spirits ! Curses, stay not ; fly, whilst thou’rt bless'd and free: Not all the whips of heaven are large enoughNe'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. What! to you?
(Ereunt severally. Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence
To their whole being! I'm rapt, and cannot cover
The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.
Tim. Let it go naked, men may see't the better : SCENE I.— The same. Before Timon's Cave.
You, that are honest, by being what you are,
Make them best seen, and known. Enter Poet and Painter ; Timox behind, unseen.
He, and myself, Pain. As I took note of the place, it cannot be far Have travell’d in the great shower of your gifts, where he abides.
And sweetly felt it. Poet. What's to be thought of him? Does the ru
Ay, you are honest men mour hold for true, that he is so full of gold?
Pain We are hither come to offer you our service Pain. Certain : Alcibiades reports it ; Phrynia and Tim. Most honest men! Why; how shall I require Timandra had gold of him : he likewise enriched poor Can you eat roots, and drink cold water ? no. (you' straggling soldiers with great quantity: 'Tis said, he Both. What we can do, we'll do, to do you service. gave unto his steward a mighty sum.
Tim. You are honest men: You have heard that I Poet. Then this breaking of his has been but a try
have gold; for his friends.
I am sure, you have: speak truth: you are honest men. Pain. Nothing else : you shall see him a palm in Pain. So it is said, my noble lord : but therefore Athens again, and flourish with the highest. There Came not my friend, nor I. fore, 'tis not amiss, we tender our loves to him, in Tim. Good honest men:- Thou draw'st a counterfeir this supposed distress of his : it will shew honestly Best in all Athens : thou art, indeed, the best : in us; and is very likely to load our purposes with Thou counterfeit’st most lively. what they travel for, if it be a just and true report
So, so, my lord. chat goes of his having.
Tim. Even so, sir, as I say:-And, for thy fiction, Poet. What have you now to present unto him ?
[To ihe Poet Puin. Nothing at this time but my visitation : Why, thy verse swells with stuff so fine and smootn, only I will promise him an excellent piece.
That thou art even natural in thine art.Poet. I must serve him so too ; tell him of an in. But, for all this, my honest-natur'd friends, tent that's coming toward him.
I must needs say, you have a little fault : Pain. Good as the best. Promising is the very air Marry, 'tis not monstrous in you ; neither wish I, o'the time; it opens the eyes of expectation: perfor. You take much pains to mend. mance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the Both.
Beseech your honour, plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying To make it known to us. is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and Tim.
You'll take it ill. fashionable : performance is a kind of will, or testa- Both. Most thankfully my lord ment, which argues a great sickness in his judgment Tim.
Will you, indeed ! that makes it.
Both. Doubt it not, worthy lord. Tim. Excellent workman! Thou canst not paint a Tim. There's ne'er a one of you but trusts a knave, man so bad as is thyself.
That mightily deceives you. Poet. I am thinking, what I shall say I have pro- Both.
Do we, my lord ? vided for him: It must be a personating of himself: Tim. Ay, and you hear him cog, see him dissemble. a satire against the softness of prosperity; with a know his gross patchery, love him, feed him, discovery of the infinite flatteries, that follow youth Keep in your bosom : yet remain assur’d, and opulency.
Thai he's a made-up villain. Tin. Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine Puin. I know none such, lord. own work ? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other Poet.
Nor L. men? Do so, I have gold for thee.
Tim. Look you, I love you well; I'll give you gold, Poet. Nay, let's seek him :
Rid me these villains from your companies : Then do we sin against our own estate,
Hang them, or stab them, drown them in a draught When we may profit meet, and come too late. Confound them by some course, and come to me, Pain. True ;
I'll give you gold enough. When the day serves, before black-corner'd night, Both. Name them, my lord, let 's know them. Find what thou want'st by free and offer d light. Tim. You that way, and you this, but two in com. Come
Each man apart, all single and alone, (pany: Tim. I'll meet you at the turn. What a god's gold, Yet an arch-villain keeps him company. That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple,
If wbere thou art, two villains shall not be, Than where swine feed !
(To the Painter. 'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark, and plough'st the foam; Come not near him.--If thou would'st not reside Settlest admired reverence in a siave:
(To the Poet. To thee be worship! and thy saints for aye
But where one villain is, then him abandon.Be crown'd with plagues, and thee alone obey ! Hence! pack! there's gold, ye came for gold, ye slaveso 'Fit I do meet them.
[Advancing. I You have done work for me, there's payment: Hence.
You are an alchymist, make gold of that:- That-Timon cares not. But if he sark fair Athens
Giving our holy virgins to the stain
Of contumelious, beastly, mad brain'd war ;
Then, let himn know,- and tell him, Timon speaks it,
I cannot choose but tell him, that I care not,
And let hiin tak 't at worst ; for their knives care not, That nothing but himself, which looks like man, Is friendly with him.
While you have throats to answer : for myself,
There's not a whittle in the unruly camp, 1 Sen.
Bring us to his cave: It is our part, and promise to the Athenians
But I do prize it at my love, before
The reverend'st throat in Athens. So I leave you To speak with Timon. 2 Sen. At all times alike
To the protection of the prosperous gods,
As thieves to keepers. Men are not still the same: 'Twas time, and griefs,
Flav. That fram'd him thus : tine, with his fairer hand,
Stay not, all's in vain. Offering the fortunes of his former days,
Tim. Why, I was writing of my epitaph, The former man may make him : Bring us to him,
It will be seen to-morrow: My long sickness
Of health, and living, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
And last so long enough!
1 Sen. By two of their most reverend senate, greet thee:
We speak in vain. Speak to them, noble Timon.
Tim. But yet I love my country, and am not
One that rejoices in the common wreck,
As common bruit doth put it.
That's well spoke. be hang'd;
Tim. Commend me to my loving countrymen,For each true word, a blister! and each false
1 Sen. These words become your lips as they pass Be as a caut'rizing to the root o' the tongue,
through them. Consuming it with speaking !
2 Sen. And enter in our ears, like great triumphen 1 Sen.
Worthy Timon, In their applauding gates. Tim. Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
Commend me to them; 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon. And tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs,
Tim. I thank them; and would send them back the Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Could I but catch it for them.
(plague, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes 1 Sen.
That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain (them What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do The senators, with one consent of love,
I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath. Entreat thee back to Athens ; who have thought 9. Sen. I like this well, he will return again. On special dignities, which vacant lie
Tim. I have a tree, which grows here in my close, For thy best use and wearing.
That mine own use invites me to cut down, 2 Sen.
They confess, And shortly must I fell it ; Tell my friends, Toward thee, forgetfulness too general, gross:
Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, Which now the public body,-- which doth seldom From high to low throughout, that whoso please Play the recanter,-feeling in itself
To stop a fiction, let hiin take his haste, A lack of Timon's aid, hath sense withal
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the are, Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon ;
And hang himself :- I pray you, do my greeting: And send forth us, to make their sorrowed render, Flav. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall Together with a recompense more fruitful
find him. Than their offence can weigh down by the dram ; Tim. Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth,
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs. Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; And write in thee the figures of their love,
Which once a day with his embossed froth Ever to read them thine.
The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, Tim.
You witch me in it; And let my grave stone be your oracle. — Surprize me to the very brink of tears :
Lips, let sour words go by, and language end : Lend me a fool's heart, and a woman's eyes, What is amiss, plague and infection mend ! And I'll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
Graves, only be men's works; and death, their gain! ! Sen. Therefore, so please thee to return with us, Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. And of our Athens (thine, and ours,) to take
[Erit Timon. l'he captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Allow'd with absolute power, and thy good name Coupled to nature. Live with authority :
:---so soon we shall drive back 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return, Of Alcibiades the approaches wild ;
And strain what other means is left unto us Who, like a boar too savage, doth root up
In our dear peril. His country's peace:
It requires swift foot. (Exeunt 2 Sen.
And shakes his threat'ning sword Against the walls of Athens.
SCENE III.— The Walls of Athens. 1 Sen.
Therefore, Timon,Tim. Well, sir, I will; therefore, I will, sir; Thus,
Enter Two Senators, and a Messenger. If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd; are his files Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
As full as thy report.
Set but thy Too
I have spoke the least: Who were the motives that you first went out, Besides, his expedition promises
Shame that they wanted cunning, in excess Present approach.
[Timon: Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord, 2 Sen. We stand much hazard, if they bring not into our city with thy banners spread :
Mess. I met a courier, one mine ancient friend ;- By decimation, and a tithed death, Whom, though in general part we were oppos'd, (if thy revenges hunger for that food, Yet our old love made a particular force,
Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin d 'enth : And made us speak like friends :—this man was riding And by the hazard of the spotted die, From Alcibiades to Tinon's cave,
Let die the spotted. With letters of entreaty, which imported
All have not offended ; Ilis fellowship i' the cause against your city,
For those that were, it is not square, to take, In port for his sake mov'd.
On those that áre, revenges : crimes, like lands, Enter Senators from Timon.
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, 1 Sen.
Here come our brothers. Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage: 3 Sen. No talk of Timon, pothing of him expect. Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin. The enemies' drum is heard, and fearful scouring With those that have offended : like a shepherd, Doth choke the air with dust : In, and prepare ; Ours is the fall, I fear; our foes the snare. (Exeunt. Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth,
But kill not all together.
What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile,
Than hew to'ı with thy sword.
1 Sen. Sold. By all description this should be the place. Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope ; Who's here? speak, ho!—No answer?- What is this ? So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, l'imon is dead, who hath outstretch'd his span :
To say thou'lt enter friendly. Some beast rear'd this ; there does not live a man.
Throw thy glove ; Dead, sure ; and this his grave.-
Or any token of thine honour else, What's on this tomb I cannot read; the character
That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, I'll take with wax :
And not as our confusion, all thy powers Our captain hath in every figure skill;
Shall make their harbour in our town, till we An ag'd interpreter, though young in days :
Have seald thy full desire. Before proud Athens he's set down by this,
Then there's my glove ; Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Esit. Descend, and open your uncharged ports ; SCENE V.-- Before the walls of Athens.
Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own,
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Trumpets sound. Enter Alcibiades and Forces. Fall, and no more : and, -to atone your fears
Alcib. Sound to this coward and lascivious town With my more noble meaning, -not a man Our terrible approach. [A parley sounded. Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Enter Senators on the walls.
Of regular justice in your city's bounds, Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
But shall be remedied, to your public laws,
At heaviest answer. With all licentious measure, making your wills
Both. The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such
'Tis most nobly spoken. As slept within the shadow of your power,
Alcib. Descend, and keep your words. Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd
The Senators descend, und open the gates. Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,
Enter a Soldier. When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong, Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead ; Cries, of itself, No more: now breathless wrong Entombed upon the very hem o'the sea : Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease; And, on his grave-stone, this insculpture ; which And pursy insolence shall break his wind, With wax I brought away, whose soft impression With fear, and horrid Aight.
Interprets for my poor ignorance. 1 Sen.
Noble and young,
Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit,
wretched soul berefi :
(left! Ere thou hadst power, or we had cause of fear, Seek not my name: A plague consume you wicked caitiff's We sent to thee; to give thy rages balm,
Here lie I Timon ; who, alive, ull living men did hate: To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass and stay not here Above their quantity.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits: (thy gait. 2 Sen. So did we woo
Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Transto:ined Timon to our city's love,
Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets which By humvie message, and by promis'd means ; From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit We were not all unkind, nor all deserve
Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye The common stroke of war.
On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead 1 Sen.
These walls of ours
Is noble Timon; of whose memory Were not trected by their hands, from whom Hereafter more.—Bring me into your city, You have receiv'd your griefs : nor are they such And I will use the olive with my sword: That these great to us, trophies, and schools should Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make For private faults in them.
[fall Prescribe to other, as each other's leech. [each 2 Sen. Nor are they living, Let our drums strike.
rh z plero' Timon iş a domestic tragedy, and therefore strongly fastens on the attention of the reader: In the plan there is nei mach art, br: the incidents are natural, and the characters varivus and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerfu. war sin avains. that ostentatious liberality, which scallers bounty, bul coafers no benetics, and buys flattery, but not friend
shop - JOHNSON.
This inimitable play was neither entered at Stationers' Hall, from which he has taken many passages with only şach slight
oor printed, ull 1623. It was probably written in 1609, or alterations as were necessary to throw them into Slaok verse. 1610.
Tke play comprehends a period of about four years, commencing The author derived his materials from Plutarch's Life of Co- with the secession to the Mons Sacer in the year of Roue 262
riolanus, which he evidently read in North's translation; and, and ending with the death of Coriolanus, A. U.C. 266.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. 2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for
his country? CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman.
i Cit. Very well ; and could be content to give Tovus LURTIUS, generals against the Volscians.
him good report for't, but that he pays himself with.
being proud. MENENIUS AGRIPPA, friend to Coriolanus.
2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. Sicinius VELUTUS, tribunes of the people.
1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, JUNIUS BRUTUS,
he did it to that end; though soft conscienc'd mea Young Marcius, son to Coriolanus.
can be content to say, it was for his country, he did A Roman Herald.
it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which Tullus Aufidius, general of the Volscians.
he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. Lieutenant to Aufidius.
2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you acConspirators with Aufidius.
count a vice in him : You must in no way say, he is A Citizen of Antium.
covetous. Two Volscian Guards.
1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accuVouUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus.
sations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repeVIRGILIA, wife to Coriolanus.
tition. (Shouts within.) What shouts are these? The Valeria, friend to Virgilia.
other side o' the city is risen : Why stay we prating Gentlewoman, attending Virgilia.
here? to the Capitol.
Cit. Come, come. Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles,
1 Cit. Soft; who comes here? Licturs, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants.
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. SCENE,-partly in Rome; and partly in the territo- 8 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hath ries of the VOLSCIANS and ANTIATES. always loved the people.
1 Čit. He's one honest enough ; 'Would, all the rest were so !
Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand' ACT I.
Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you. SCENE 1.-Rome. A Street.
1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate ; Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves,
they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend
to do, which now we'll shew 'em in deeds. They say, clubs, and other weapons.
poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know, i Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. we have strong arms too. Cit. Speak, speak. Several speaking at once. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest 1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to Will you undo yourselves ?
1 Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. Cit. Resolved, resolved.
Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care i Cit First you know, Caius Marcius is chief ene. Have the patricians of you. For your wants, my to the people.
Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Cit. We know't, we know't.
Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our Against the Roman state ; whose course will on own price. Is't a verdict ?
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Cii No more talking on't: let it be done : away, of more strong link asunder, than can ever away.
Appear in your impediment: For the dearth, 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.
The gods, not the patricians, make it; and 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patri. Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, cians good: What authority surfeits on, would relieve You are transported by calamity us; If they would yield us but the superfluity, while Thither where more attends you; and you slander it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us! The helms o'the state, who care for you like fathers, humanely; but they think, we are too dear: the lean- When you curse them as enemies. ness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is an 1 Cit. Care for us !—True, indeed !—They ne'er inventory to particularize their abundance; our suf- cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storeferance is a gain to them. - Let us revenge this with houses crammed with grain ; make edicts for usury, our pikes, ere we become rakes : for the gods know, I to support usurers : repeal daily any wholesome act speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. established against the rich; and provide more pierc
2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius ing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain the poor Marcius ?
If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the com- the love they bear us. monaltv.
M... Either you must
Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
And no way from yourselves. What do you think? Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you
You, the great toe of this asserabiy ?pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it; 1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe ? But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture Men. For that being one o'the lowest, basest, poorest, To stale 't a little more.
Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost : 1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir : yet you must not Thou rascal, that art worst in blood, to run think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't Lead'st first, to win some vantage. — please you, deliver.
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs ; Men. There was a time, when all the body's members Rome and her rats are at the point of battle, Rebell'd against the belly ; thus accus'd it :- The one side must have bale.- Hail, noble Marcius! That only like a gulf it did remain ['the midst o' the body, idle and inactive,
Enter Caius MARCIUS. Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Mar. Thanks.- What's the matter, you dissen. Like labour with the rest; where the other instruments Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, And, mutually participate, did minister
Make yourselves scabs ? Unto the appetite and affection common
We have ever your good word. of the whole body. The belly answered,
Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will i Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly ?
flatter Men. Sir, I shall tell you.— With a kind of smile, Beneath abhorring.– What would you have, you curs, Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus, That like nor peace, nor war ? the one affrights you, (For, look you, I may make the belly smile, The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, As well as speak,) it tauntingly replied
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; To the discontented members, the mutinous parts Where foxes, geese : You are no surer, no, That envied his receipt ; even so most fitly Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, As you maligo our senators, for that
Or hailstone in the sun. "Your virtue is, They are not such as you.
To make bim worthy, whose offence subdues him, 1 Cit.
Your belly's answer: What! And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatThe kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye, Deserves your hate : and your affections are (ness, The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, Which would increase his evil. He that depends With other muniments and petty helps
Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, In this our fabric, if that they
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Men.
What then? With every minute you do change a mind; [ye? 'Fore me, this fellow speaks !—what then? what then? And call him noble, that was now your hate,
1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain’d, Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter, Who is the sink o'the body,
That in these several places of the city Men.
Well, what then? | You cry against the noble senate, who. 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else What could the belly answer ?
Would feed on one another ?-What's their seeking ? Men.
I will tell you;
Mer. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say, If you 'll bestow a small (of what you have little,) The city is well stor’d. Patience, a while, you 'll hear the belly's answer. Mar.
Hang 'em! They say? 1 Cit. You are long about it.
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know Men.
Note me this, good friend; What's done i' the Capitol : who's like to rise, Your most grave belly was deliberale,
Who thrives, and who declines : side factions, and Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd.
give out True is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he, Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong, Thut I receive the general food at first,
And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Which you do live upon : and fit it is ;
Below theii cobbled shoes. They say, there's grain Because I am the store-house, and the shop
Would the nobility lay aside their ruih, (enough? Of the whole body : But if you do remember, And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry, I send it through the rivers of your blood,
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high Even to the court, the heart,--to the seul o' the brain ; As I could pick my lance. And, through the cranks and offices of man,
Mer. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins, For though abundantly they lack discretion, From me receire that natural competency
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, Whereby they live: And though that all at once, Whal says the other troop? You, my good friends. (this says the belly), mark me,- Mar.
They are dissolved: Hang 'em! 1 Cit. Ay, sir; well, well.
They said, they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proMen.
Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each ;
That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat; Yet I can make my uudit up, that all
That, meat was made for inouths : that, the gods From me do back receive the flower of all,
sent not And leuve me hut the bran. What say you to't; Corn for the rich men only :— With these shreds
1 Cit. It was an answer : Ilow apply you this ? They vented their complainings;which being answer'd,
Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, And a petition granted them, a strange one, And you the mutinous meinbers : For examine (To break the heart of generosity, Their counsels, and their cares; digest things rightly, and make bold power look pale, ) they threw their caps i'ouching the weal o' the common ; you shall find, As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, No public benefit, which you receive,
Shouting their emulation. But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you,
What is granted them?