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The anvil of my sword; and do contest
You bless me, Gods!
..have The leading of thine own revenges, take
? The one half of iny commission; and set down, As best thou art experienc'd, since tlou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own
Thou hast heat me out
Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
xeunt CORIOLANUS and Aufidius. I Serv. [ Advancing.) Here's a strange alteration !
2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him."
1 Serv. What an arín he has! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a. kind of face, methought, - I cannot tell how to term it. t. is . Serv. He had so; looking as it were, 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think..
2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i' the world.
1 Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.
2 Serv. Who? my master? : 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.
2 Serv. Worth six of him. .',
1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.'
2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
I Serv. Ay, and for an assault too.
Re-enter third Servant. 3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals.
1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake.
3. Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemned man.
1. 2. Serv. Wherefore? wherefore?
3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,- Caius Marciųs. · 1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general ?
3. Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him.
2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so hinself.:
1 Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and notched him like a carbonado...
2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he "might have broiled and eaten him too..
1 Serv. But, more of thy news?
3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o’the table; no question asked him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o’the eye to his discourse. · But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i’ the middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by the 'entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and sowle the porter of Rome
8 sanctifies himself with's hand,] Perhaps the allusion is (however out of place) to the degree of sanctity anciently supposed to be derived from touching the corporal relick of a saint or a martyr.
gates by the ears:' He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polled.'
2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.
3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which friends, sir, (as it were,) durst not look you, sir,) show themselves (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in directitude.
1 Serv. Directitude! what's that?
3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him. · 1 Serv. But when goes this forward?
3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again.. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than wars a de. stroyer of men. .: 2 Serv. 'Tis so: and as wars, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.
• Hell -owle,the ] Skinner says this word is derived from sow, i. e. to take hold of a person by the ears, as a dog seizes one of these animals.
T h is passage polled.] That is, bared, cleared. li. full of vent.) Full of rumour, full of materials for
discourse. i 'mulled,] i. e. softened and dispirited, as wine is when burnt and sweetened.
I Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. All. In, in, in, in.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Enter Menenius. Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Me
nenius? Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kind Of late.- Hail, sir ! Men.
Hail to you both! Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, But with his friends; the common-wealth doth stand; And so would do, were he more angry at it. i Men. All's well; and might have been much
. 4 His remedies are tame i' the present peacem] i, e, ineffectual in times of peace like these.