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And made what work I pleas'd: 'tis not my blood,
Wherein thou see'st me mask'd; for thy revenge,
Wrench up thy power to th' highest.
Auf. Wert thou the Hedor,
That was the whip of your bragg’d Progeny,
Thou should'st not 'scape me here.
[Here they fight, and certain Volscians come to the
aid of Aufidius. Marcius fights, 'till they be
driven in breathless. Officious, and not valliant !-you have sham'd me In your condemned Seconds. Flourish. Alarm. A retreat is founded. Enter at one
door, Cominius with the Romans; at another door, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf.
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, Where Senators shall mingle tears with smiles ; Where great Patricians shall attend and shrug; l'th' end, admire ; where ladies shall be frighted, And, gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the dull
That with the fusty Plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say, against their hearts,-We thank the Gods,
Our Rome hath such a soldier!
Yet cam'ft thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully din'd before.
Enter Titus Lartius with his Power, from the fursuit.
Lart. O General,
Here is the steed, we the caparison :
Hadit thou beheld
Mar. Pray now, no more: my Mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me, grieves me:
I have done as you have done; that's, what I can:
Induc'd, as you have been; that's for my Country;
He, that has but effected his good will,
Hath overta'en mine act.
Com. You shall not be The Grave of your deserving : Rome must know The value of her own : 'twere a concealment Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, To hide your Doings; and to silence that, Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, Would seem but modeft: therefore, I beseech you, In sign of what you are, (not to reward What you have done,) before our army hear me.
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart To hear themselves remembred.
Com. Should they not,
Well might they felter 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death: Of all the horses,
Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store, of all
The treasure in the field atchiev'd, and city,
We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution, at
Your only choice.
Mar. I'thank you, General :
But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe, to pay my sword: I do refuse it,
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing.
A long flourish. They all cry, Marcius, Marcius!
caft up their caps and launces : Cominius and Lartius ftand bare.
[fane, Mar. May these fame instruments, which you proNever found more! when drums and trumpets shall * l' th' field prove flatterers, let camps, as cities, * I, th' field, prove fatterers, let Courts and Cities
Be made all of false-fac'd soothing.
When Steel grows fost as the parasite's Silk,
Let him be made an overture for th' wars : -1 All here is miserably corrupt and disjointed. We should read the whole thus,
I th' field, prove Aatterers, let Camps, as Cities,
Be made of false-fuc'd soothing! When Steel grows
Sost as the Parafile's Sil let Hymns be made
An overture for th' Wars!-
Be made of false fac'd soothing! When steel grows
Soft as the parasite's filk, let Hymns be made
An overture for th' wars !--No more, I fay;
For that I have not wash'd my Nose that bled,
Or foil'd some debile wretch, which, without note
Here's many else have done ; you
shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical ;
As if I loy'd, my little should be dieted
In praises fauc'd with lies.
Com. Too modest are you:
More cruel to your good report, than grateful
To us, that give you truly : by your patience,
If’gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you
(Like one that means his proper harm) in manacles ;
Then reason safely with you: therefore, be it known,
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Wears this war's garland : in token of the which,
My noble steed, known to the Camp, I give him,
With all his trim belonging; and, from this time,
For what he did before Corioli, call him,
With all th' applause and clamour of the Hoft,
Caius Marcius Coriolanus, Bear th' addition nobly
[Flourish. Trumpets found and drums.
Omnes. Caius Marcius Coriolanus !
Mar. I will
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no. Howbeit, I thank you.
I mean to stride your Steed, and at all time
To undercrest your good Addition,
To th' fairness of my Power.
Com. So, to our tent:
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success: you, Titus Lartius,
Must to Corioli back; send us to Rome
The best, with whom we may articulate,
For their own good, and ours.
Lart. I shall, my lord.
Mar. The Gods begin to mock me:
I, that but now refus'd most princely gifts,
Am bound to beg of my lord General.
Com. Take't, 'tis yours: what is't ?
Mar. I sometime lay here in Corioli,
At a poor man's house: he us'd me kindly.
He cry'd to me: I saw him prisoner:
But then Aufidius was within my view,
And wrath o’erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
To give my poor Hoft Freedom.
Com. O well begg'd!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should
Bc free as is the wind : deliver him, Titus.
Lart. Marcius, bis name?
Mar. By Jupiter, forgot :--
I am weary; yea, my memory is tir'd:
Have we no wine here?
Com, Go we to our tent;
The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
It should be look'd to come.
[Exeunt. S CEN
Changes to the Camp of the Volsci. A Flourish. Cornet. Enter Tullus Aufidius bloody,
with two or three Soldiers.
H E town is ta'en.
Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good
Auf Condition !
I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volscian, be that I am. Condition ?
What good condition can a treaty.
find l'th part that is at mercy ? Five times, Marcius, I have fought with thee, so often halt thou beat me: And would'st do so, should we encounter As often as we eat. By th' Elements, If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation
Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force,
True Sword to Sword; I'll potch at him some way,
Or wrath, or craft may get him.
Sol. He's the Devil.
Auf. Bolder, tho' not fo subtle: my valour (poi-
With only suffering fiain by him) for him
Shall fly out of itself: not sleep nor sanctuary,
Being naked, fick, nor fane, nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Enbarrments all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and costom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius. Where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
Against the hospitable Canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' city;
Learn, how 'tis held: and what they are, that must
Be hostages for Rome.
Sol. Will not you go?
Auf. I am attended at the cyprel's grove. I pray you, ('Tis South the city-mills) bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace
of it I may spur on my journey. Sol. I shall, Sir.
Enter Menenius, with Sicinius and Brutus.
HE Augur tells me, we shall have news to