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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, pardon.

[To Valeria. Vol. I know not where to turn. O welcome home; And welcome, General! y'are welcome all.

Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh, I'm light and heavy!-wel

A curse begin at very root on's heart,
That is not glad to see thee. You are three,
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,
We've some old crab-trees here at home, that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Welcome, Warriors !
We call a netile, but a nettle ; and
The faults of fools, but folly.

Com. Ever right.
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Her. Give way there, and go on.

Cor. Your hand, and yours.
Ere in our own house I do fhade

The good Patricians must be visited;
From whom I have received not only Greetings,
But, with them, Change of honours.

Vol. I have lived,
To see inherited my very wishes,
And buildings of my fancy; only one thing
Is wanting, which, I doubt not, but our Rome
Will cast upon thee.

Cor. Know, good Mother, I
Had rather be their servant in my way,
Than fway with them in theirs.
Com. On, to the Capitol. Flourish Cornets.

[Exeunt in State, as before.



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Brutus, and Sicinius, come forward.
Bru. LL tongues speak of him, and the bleared

Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling nurse
Into a rapture lets her Baby cry,
While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, (dows,
Clambring the walls to eye him; stalls, bulk, win-
Are smother'd up, leads fills, and ridges hors'd.
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earnestness to see him : feld-shown Flamins
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station ; our veil'd dames
Commit the Ware of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to th’ wanton spoil
Of Phæbus' burning kisses ; such a pother,
As if that whatsoever God, who leads him,
Were flily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

Sic, On the sudden,
I warrant him Consul.

Bru. Then our Office may,
During his Power, go sleep.

Sic. He cannot temp’rately transport his honours,
From where he should begin and end, but will
Lose those he hath won.

Bru. In That there's comfort.

Sic. Doubt not,
The Commoners, for whom we stand, but they,
Upon their ancient malice, will forget,
With the least cause, these his new honours; which
That he will give, make I as little question
As he is proud to do't.

Bru. I heard him swear.
Were he to stand for Consul, never would he


Appear i'th' market-place, nor on him put
The napless Vesture of Humility;
Nor shewing, as the manner is, his wounds
To th' people, beg their stinking breaths.

Sic. 'Tis right.

Bru. It was his word: oh, he would miss it, rather
Than carry it, but by the suit o'th' Gentry,
And the desire o'th' Nobles.

Sic. I wish no better,
Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it
In execution.

Bru. 'Tis most like, he will.

Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills, A sure destruction.

Bru. So it must fall out To him, or our authorities. For an end, We must suggest the people, in what hatred He still hath held them; that to's power he would Have made them mules, filenc'd their Pleaders, and Disproperty d their freedoms : holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war; who have their provender Only for bearing burdens, and fore blows For sinking under them.

Sic. This, as you say, suggested
At some time, when his soaring infolence
Shall reach the people, (which time shall not want,
If he be put upon't; and that's as easy,
As to set dogs on sheep) will be the fire
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.

Enter a Messenger.
Bru. What's the matter?

Mes. You're sent for to the Capitol: 'tis thought,
That Marcius shall be Consul: I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind


To hear him speak; the Matrons flung their gloves,
Ladies and Maids their scarss and handkerchiefs,
Upon him as be pass'd; the Nobles bended,
As to Jove's Statue ; and the Commons made
A shower and thunder with iheir caps and shouts :
I never saw the like.

Bru. Let's to the Capitol,

with us ears and eyes for th' time, But hearts for the event. Sic. Have with you.



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Changes to the Capitol.
Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.
OME, come, they are almost here; how

many stand for Consultips? 2 Off. Three, they say; but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry i

rit. 1 0f. That's a brave Fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common People,

2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great Men that have flatter'd the People, who ne'er lov'd them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore ; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love, or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their difpofition, and out of his noble carelessness lets them

plainly see't.

i Off. If he did not care whether he had their love or no, he wav'd indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good, nor harm: but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him ; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their opposite. Now to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the People, is as bad as


That, which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.

2 Off. He hath deserved worthily of his Country: and his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, who have been supple and courteous to the People; bonnetted, without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation and report: but he hath so planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from ev'ry ear that heard it.

i Off. No more of him, he is a worthy Man: make way, they are coming.

S CE N E VI. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the People,

Liftors before them; Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius the Consul: Sicinius and Brutus take their places

by themselves. Men. HAYING determind of the Volcians, and

it As the main point of this our after-meeting, To gratify his noble service, that Hathihus stood for his country. Therefore, please you, Most reverend and grave Elders, to desire The present Conful, and last General, In our well-found successes, to report A little of that worthy Work perform'd By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom We met here, both to thank, and to remember With honours like himself.

i Sen. Speak, good Cominius ; Leave nothing out for length, and make us think, Rather our State's defective for requital, Than we to stretch it out. Masters o'th' People,


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