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You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall

ask you.

Both Trib. Well, sir.

Men, In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you two have not in abundance ?

Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.
Sic. Especially, in pride.
Bru. And topping all others in boasting.

Men. This is strange now: Do you two know how you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o'the right hand file? Do you:

Both Trib. Why, how are we censured ?

Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will you pot be angry?

Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well.

Men. Why 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience: give your disposition the reins, and be angry at your pleasure; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you, in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud ?

Bru. We do it not alone, sir.

Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for your helps are many; or else your actious would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infantlike, for doing much alone. You talk of pride: 0, that you could turn your eyes towards the napes* of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves! O that you could !

Bru. What then, sir?

Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates (alias, fools), as any in Rome,

Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too.

Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that love a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tyber f in't; said to be something imper. fect, in favouring the first complaint: hasty, and

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tinder-like, upon too trivial motion; one that con. verses more with the buttock of the night, than with the forehead of the morning. What I think, I utter; and spend my malice in ny breath: Meeting two such weals*.men as you are) I cannot call you Ly. curguses) if the drink you gave me, touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I caunot say, your worships have delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables: and though I must be content 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 mycrocosmt, follows it, that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bissont 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 $; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fossetseller; and then rejourn the controversy of threepence to a second day of audience.-Wheu you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the cholick you make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber.pot, dis. miss 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

When you speak best unto the purpose, it is

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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 is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion; though, peradven. ture, some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. 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.

[Bru. and Sic. retire to the back of the scene.

Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, 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 apo proaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.

Men. Ha! Marcius coming home?

Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most pros. 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 hinı ; the state hath another, his wife another; and, I think, there's ove 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 physiciau: the most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutick, and, to this preservative, of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he vot wounded ? he was wont to come home wounded,

Vir. O, no, no, no.
Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't.

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 ?-Gnd save your good worships ! [To the Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is coming liome; he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

Vol. 1' 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. Oue in the neck, and two in the thigh, there's nine that I know.

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

• Fully informed.

He carries noise, and behind him 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,crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers and a Herald.

Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight Within Corioli's gates: where he hath won, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these In honour follows, Coriolanus : Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !

(Flourish. Au. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !

Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; Pray now, no more. Com.

Look, sir, your mother,Cor.

0! You have, I know, petition'd all the gods For my prosperity.

[Kneels. Vol.

Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly nam’d,
What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee?
But O, thy wife.
Cor.

My gracious+ silence, hail!
Would'st thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
And mothers that lack sons.
Men.

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.

• Flourish on cornets.

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