Note return to page 1 The hint of part of this play taken from Lucian's Dialogue of Timon.

Note return to page 2 [a] aOur poesie is as a gown, which uses from whence 'tis nourish'd.

Note return to page 3 [a] awasteful cock.

Note return to page 4 [a] athis honour

Note return to page 5 [b] bbut

Note return to page 6 [c] cthriv'd give him over.

Note return to page 7 †greeze, or step, or degree.

Note return to page 8 [a] aAll's obloquy.

Note return to page 9 * Thus would I eat it. Apem. Here will I mend thy feast. Tim. First mend thy company, take away thy self. Apem. So I shall mend my own, by th' lack of thine. Tim. 'Tis not well mended so, it is but botcht; If not, I would it were. Apem. What wouldst thou, &c.

Note return to page 10 *the contrary. There's a medler for thee, eat it. Tim. On what I hate, I feed not. Apem. Dost hate a medler? Tim. Ay, though it look like thee. Apem. An th' hadst hated medlers sooner, thou shouldst have loved thy self better now. What man didst thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved after his means? Tim. Who without those means thou talk'st of, didst thou ever know beloved? Apem. My self. Tim. I understand thee, thou hadst some means to keep a dog. Apem. What things, &c.

Note return to page 11 * &lblank; our foes the snare. Exeunt. 0224916Enter a soldier in the woods, seeking Timon. Sol. By all description this should be the place. Who's here? speak ho.—No answer?—What is this?— Timon is dead, who hath out-stretcht his span, Some beast read this; there does not live a man. Dead sure, and this his grave; what's on this tomb? I cannot read; the character I'll take with wax; Our captain hath in every figure skill, An ag'd interpreter, tho' young in days: Before proud Athens he's set down by this, Whose fall the mark of his ambition is. [Exit. SCENE, &c.

Note return to page 12 * &lblank; take thou the destin'd tenth, And by the hazard of the spotted die, Let die the spotted. 1 Sen. All have &c.

Note return to page 13 The whole History exactly follow'd, and many of the principal speeches copy'd from the life of Coriolanus in Plutarch.

Note return to page 14 [a] asuiting.

Note return to page 15 ancients.

Note return to page 16 [b] bthat

Note return to page 17 [c] cLet him alone (or so many so minded)

Note return to page 18 †a coarse sort of linnen.

Note return to page 19 [d] ddisproportion'd

Note return to page 20 [e] ehave

Note return to page 21 [f] fwaited.

Note return to page 22 [g] gstem

Note return to page 23 [h] htrim'd

Note return to page 24 [i] idesamy:

Note return to page 25 * &lblank; we do deserve. Why in this woolvish gown should I stand here, To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear, Their needless voucher? custom calls me to't &lblank; What custom wills in all things, should we do't? The dust on antique time would lye unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heapt, For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go, To one that would do thus. I am half through, The one part suffer'd, the other will I do. Three citizens, &c.

Note return to page 26 †This verse I have supply'd. A line having been certainly left out in this place, as will appear to any one who consults the beginning of Plutarch's life of Coriolanus, from whence this passage is directly translated.

Note return to page 27 [a] aroad.

Note return to page 28 bjump

Note return to page 29 [c] cbring.

Note return to page 30 [a] agentle wounded.

Note return to page 31 * &lblank; but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough When there is in it but one only man. O! you and I, &c.

Note return to page 32 †manners or capacities.

Note return to page 33 †hurtled, or skirmish'd.

Note return to page 34 * &lblank; to-day for fear: No, Cæsar shall not; Danger knows full well, That Cæsar is more dangerous than he. We heard two lions litter'd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible; And Cæsar shall go forth. Cal. Alas, &c.

Note return to page 35 * &lblank; northern star, Of whose true, fixt, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament; The skies are painted with unnumbred sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine, But there's but one in all doth hold his place. So, in the world, 'tis furnish'd well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshak'd of motion: and that I am he, Let me, &c.

Note return to page 36 †In all the editions this speech is ascrib'd to Brutus, than which nothing is more inconsistent with his mild and philosophical character. But (as I often find speeches in the later editions put into wrong mouths, different from the first-publish'd by the author) I think this liberty not unreasonable.

Note return to page 37 [a] ain strength of malice.

Note return to page 38 [b] bLethe.

Note return to page 39 * &lblank; in thy death O world! thou wast the forest to this hart, And this indeed, O world, the hart of thee. How like a deer, stricken by many princes, Dost thou here lye? Cas. Mark Antony, &c.

Note return to page 40 [c] clovers

Note return to page 41 *Cæsar has had great wrong. 3 Pleb. Cæsar had never wrong, but with just cause. If ever there was such a line written by Shakespear, I shou'd fancy it might have its place here, and very humorously in the character of a Plebeian. One might believe Ben Johnson's remark was made upon no better credit than some blunder of an actor in speaking that verse near the beginning of the third act, Know Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfy'd &lblank; But the verse as cited by Ben Johnson does not connect with—Will he be satisfy'd. Perhaps this play was never printed in Ben Johnson's time, and so he had nothing to judge by, but as the actor pleas'd to speak it.

Note return to page 42 †give way.

Note return to page 43 [a] alamb.

Note return to page 44 * &lblank; and leave you so. Enter Lucius and Titinius, and a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals, There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet. They be alone. Luc. You shall not come to them. Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me. Cas. How now? what's the matter? Poet. For shame you Generals; what do you mean? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be, For I have seen more years I'm sure than ye. Cas. Ha, ha—how vilely doth this Cynick rhime! Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; sawcy fellow, hence. Cas. Bear with him, Brutus, 'tis his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time; What should the wars do with these jingling fools? Companion, hence. Cas. Away, away, be gone. [Exit Poet. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, &c.

Note return to page 45 * &lblank;stingless too. Bru. O yes, and soundless too. For you have stoln their buzzing, Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting. Ant. Villains! &c.

Note return to page 46 †reneges. renounces.

Note return to page 47 †bourn. bound or limit.

Note return to page 48 †to weet. to know.

Note return to page 49 [a] apatience

Note return to page 50 [b] blike

Note return to page 51 [c] clove.

Note return to page 52 †Alludes to an old idle notion that the hair of a horse dropt into corrupted water, will turn to an animal.

Note return to page 53 [d] dsmile

Note return to page 54 [e] elacking.

Note return to page 55 †Ear, or are, from aro, to plow.

Note return to page 56 [a] abeg

Note return to page 57 [b] byearly. Yarely among sailors is used as nimbly.

Note return to page 58 [c] csteal.

Note return to page 59 †riggish. ramping. wanton.

Note return to page 60 [d] dcaptain.

Note return to page 61 [e] ekindled

Note return to page 62 [f] fstranger.

Note return to page 63 [g] gstrange.

Note return to page 64 [h] hhave.

Note return to page 65 †yare. light. nimble.

Note return to page 66 †Th' Antonias, &c. (which Plutarch says was the name of Cleopatra's ship.)

Note return to page 67 ‡cantle. a piece or lump.

Note return to page 68 *ribauld, a luxurious squanderer.

Note return to page 69 [a] acomparisons

Note return to page 70 [b] ba scramble.

Note return to page 71 †dextrous

Note return to page 72 [a] agrave.

Note return to page 73 †square, signifys to quarrel. vid. Mids. night's dream.

Note return to page 74 †This scene is not in the old edition.

Note return to page 75 [a] asinging.

Note return to page 76 †scathe. harm.

Note return to page 77 Suppos'd to be true history; taken from Hector Boetius, and other Scotish croniclers.

Note return to page 78 [a] agins.

Note return to page 79 [b] bbreaking.

Note return to page 80 †aroint, or avaunt, be gone.

Note return to page 81 [c] cports.

Note return to page 82 [d] dsoris.

Note return to page 83 †The father of Macbeth.

Note return to page 84 [e] eas tale Can post with post &lblank;

Note return to page 85 †or corner, Fr.

Note return to page 86 †The first of these lines (which in the old edition is totally different from all the others) and the latter (which is quite omitted in all the others) entirely restore this very obscure passage to sense, as will appear upon comparison.

Note return to page 87 †The first of these lines (which in the old edition is totally different from all the others) and the latter (which is quite omitted in all the others) entirely restore this very obscure passage to sense, as will appear upon comparison.

Note return to page 88 †gouttes, or drops, Fr.

Note return to page 89 [a] asides.

Note return to page 90 [b] bsour, perhaps, sure.

Note return to page 91 * &lblank; he lives, Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I go, &c.

Note return to page 92 * &lblank; innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of &c.

Note return to page 93 * &lblank; will rather Thy multitudinous sea incarnadine Making the green one red. Enter Lady. &c.

Note return to page 94 *&lblank; wouldst thou could'st! 12668210SCENE IV. Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Port. Here's a knocking indeed: if a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i'th' name of Belzebub? here's a farmer, that hang'd himself in th' expectation of plenty: come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you'll sweat for't. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Who's there in th' other devil's name? faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heav'n: oh come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? faith, here's an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose: come in taylor, here you may roasty our goose. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Never at quiet! what are you? but this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire. [Knock.] Anon, anon, I pray you remember the porter. Enter Macduff, and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lye so late? Port. Faith, Sir, we were carousing 'till the second cock: And drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things doth drink especially provoke? Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Letchery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with letchery; it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it perswades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him into a sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, Sir, i' th' very throat on me; but I requited him for his lie, and I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. SCENE, &c.

Note return to page 95 †heals or cures pain.

Note return to page 96 [c] cgolden.

Note return to page 97 †careless.

Note return to page 98 [a] alatest.

Note return to page 99 [b] bsold.

Note return to page 100 [d] dinhabit.

Note return to page 101 †or kindred.

Note return to page 102 †Affear'd, a law term for confirm'd.

Note return to page 103 ‡This conference of Malcolm with Macduff is taken out of the chronicles of Scotland.

Note return to page 104 †plenty.

Note return to page 105 * &lblank; oh hell-kite! what, all? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop? Mal. Endure it, &c.

Note return to page 106 [b] bdispute.

Note return to page 107 †conquer'd or subdu'd.

Note return to page 108 ‡This line omitted in all but the first edition in folio.

Note return to page 109 [a] aSet our best censures Before the &lblank;

Note return to page 110 †for re-inforc'd.

Note return to page 111 [b] bdusty death.

Note return to page 112 [c] cgrace.

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