Mef. Sir, we have all great cause to give great Sic. They're near the City? Mef. Almoft at point to enter. [thanks. Sic. We'll meet them, and help the joy. [Exeunt. Enter two Senators, with ladies, paffing over the stage; with other Lords. Sen. Behold our Patroness, the Life of Rome : Call all our Tribes together, praife the Gods, And make triumphant fires: ftrew flowers before them: Unfhout the noife, that banish'd Marcius; Repeal him with the welcome of his mother: Cry, welcome, Ladies, welcome! All. Welcome, Ladies, welcome! [Exeunt. [A flourish with drums and trumpels.. SCENE V. Changes to a public Place in Antium. Auf. G O tell the Lords o' th' City, I am here: Bid them repair to th' market-place, where I, 1 Con. How is it with our General ? Auf. Even fo, As with a man by his own alms impoison'd, 2 Con. Moft noble Sir, If you hold the fame intent, wherein You wish'd us parties; we'll deliver you Auf Auf. Sir, I cannot tell ; We must proceed, as we do find the people. 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilft "Twixt you there's difference; but the Fall of either Makes the Survivor heir of all. Auf. I know it; And my pretext to ftrike at him admits A good conftruction. I raised him, and pawn'd When he did ftand for Conful, which he loft Auf. That I would have spoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth, 1 Con. So he did, my lord: The army marvell'd at it, and, at laft, When he had carried Rome, and that we looked Auf. There was it ; (For which my finews fhall be ftretch'd upon him ;) And And I'll renew me in his Fall. But, hark! [Drums and Trumpets found, with great shouts of the people. 1 Con. Your native Town you enter'd like a Post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the Air with noise. 2 Con. And patient fools, Whofe children he hath flain, their base throats tear, Giving him glory. 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he exprefs himself, or move the people After your way his Tale pronounc'd fhall bury Auf. Say no more, Here come the lords. Enter the Lords of the City. All Lords. You're most welcome home. But worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd All. We have. 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the laft, I think, Enter Coriolanus, marching with drums and colours; the Commons being with him. Cor. AIL, lords; I am return'd, your foldier; Than Than when I parted hence, but fill fubfifting With bloody paffage led your wars, even to home, Our spoils, we have brought Do more than counterpoife, a full third part, Than fhame to th' Romans: and we here deliver, Auf. Read it not, noble lords, But tell the traitor, in the highest degree Cor. Traitor!-how now! Cor. Marcius! Auf. Ay. Marcius, Caius Marcius; doft thou think, I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy ftoll'n name Coriolanus in Corioli? You Lords and Heads o'th' State, perfidiously Cor. Heart thou, Mars ! Auf. Nare not the God! thou boy of tears! Cor. Ha! Auf. No more, Cor. Meafurclefs liar, thou haft made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy? O flave !— Pardon Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever 1 Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak. Flutter'd your Volfcians in Corioli. Alone I did it. Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your fhame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? All Con. Let him die for't. All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently: He kill'd my fon,-my daughter,-kill'd my coufin,He kill'd my father.. [The Croud Speak promiscuously. 2. Lord. Peace,- -no outrage-peace The man is noble, and his Fame folds in Cor. O that I had him, With fix Aufidius's, or more, his tribe, To ufe my lawful fword Auf. Infolent villain! All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [The confpirators all draw, and kill Marcius, who falls, and Aufidius, ftands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble Mafters, hear me speak. 1: Lord. O Tullus 2 Lord: |