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to bear with those that say you are reverend grave men; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you have good faces. If you see this in the map of my microcosm, follows it, that I ain known well enough too? What harın can your bisson conspectuities* glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too?
Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. · Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs;s you wear out a good wholesome forenoon,t in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three-pence to a second day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the cholick, you inake faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing; all the peace you make in their cause, is, calling both the parties knaves: You are a pair of strange ones.
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary
bencher in the Capitol. . Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if
they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius įs
a 2 bisson conspectuities,] Bisson, blind. .
$ .for poor knaves' caps and legs:] That is, for their obeisance showed by bowing to you.
+ you weur out a good, &c.] It appears from this whole speech that Shakspeare mistook the office of prefectus urbis for the tribune's office,
proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion; though, pere adventure, some of the best of them were hereditary Jiangmen. Good 'e'en to your worships; more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.
· BRUTUS and SICINIUS retire to the lack of .* 'the Scene.
Enter VOLUMNIA, Virgilių, and VALERIA, &c. How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do you follow your eyes so fast ?
Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.
Men. Ha! Marcius, coming home?
Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prose perous approbation.
Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee:Hoo! Marcius coming home! :
Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.
Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at home for you.
Men. I will make my very house reel to-night: A letter for me? Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw it. Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate of seven years' health; in which time I will make a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutick, and, to this preservative, of no better report than a horse-drench. lo he not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.
Vir. O, no, no, no.
Men. So 'do I too, if it be not too much:Brings 'a victory in his pocket?-The wounds become him.' : 'Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.
Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
Vol. Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but Aufidius got off..
Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?
Vol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly.
Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. . Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.
Vir. The gods grant them true! - Vol. True? pow, wow.
Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true:- Where is he wounded?-God save your good worships!
To the Tribunes, who come forward. Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud.. Where is he wounded?,
Vol. ' the shoulder, and i' the left arm: There will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i' the body.
Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, there's nine that I know.
possessed of this?] Possessed, in our author's language is fully informed.
** Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twentyfive wounds upon him.,
Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave: [A Shout, and Flourish.] Hark! the trumpets.
- Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him He carries noise, and behind hiin he leaves tears; Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Which being advanc'd, declines; and then men die.
A Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS and
TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS,
Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight
[Flourish. All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !
Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart;
Look, sir, your mother,
0! You have, I know, petition'd all the gods. For my prosperity.
Nay, my good soldier, up; .
My gracious silence, hail!!
6 Which being advancd, declines.;] Volumnia, in her boasting strain, says, that her son to kill his enemy, has nothing to do but to lift his hand up and let it fall. Johnson. .
? My gracious silence, hail!) i. e.“ My beauteous silence," or
Would'st thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd
home, me triumph? Ah, my dear,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, n
Now the gods crown thee! Cor. And live you yet?-O my sweet lady, par: . don.
TO VALERIA. Vol. I know not where to turn;= welcome
home; And welcome, general ;-.And you are welcome all. Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could
weep, And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Wel
come: . . A curse begin at very root of his heart, That is not glad to see thee! You are three; That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men, We have some old crab-trees here at home, that
will not Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors: We call a nettle, but a nettle; and . The faults of fools, but folly.. Com.
. Ever right.
Her. Give way there, and go on. "
Your hand, and yours:
[To his Wife and Mother.
I have lived
“ my silent Grace.” Gracious seems to have had the same meana -ing fórinerly that graceful has at this day.