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Men. For that, being one o' the lowest, basest,
The one side must have bale. Hail, noble
Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dis-
We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares ;
To make him worthy whose offence subdues
And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness
Deserves your hate; and your affections are
That in these several places of the city
Men. For corn at their own rates: whereof, they say,
The city is well stor❜d.
They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs:
That hunger broke stone walls; that dogs must eat;
Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,
With every minute you do change a mind,
They have a leader,
And were I any thing but what I am,
Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?
Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS
First Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;
The Volsces are in arms.
Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per-
For though abundantly they lack discretion,
O! true-bred. First Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where I know
Our greatest friends attend us.
They are dissolved: hang 'em! | Right worthy you priority.
Noble Marcius! These three lead on this preparation
Consider of it.
First Sen. Our army's in the field · The Volsces have much corn; take these rats We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready thither
To answer us. To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
Auf. Nor did you think it folly Your valour puts well forth; pray, follow. Exeunt Senators, COMINIUS, MARCIUS, Tirus, They needs must show themselves; which in
To keep your great pretences veil'd till when and MENENIUS. Citizens steal away. the hatching, Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius ? It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery Bru. He has no equal.
We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was, Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the To take in many towns ere almost Rome people,
Should know we were afoot. Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes ?
Noble Aufidius, Sic.
Nay, but his taunts. 260 Take your commission ; hie you to your bands ; Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird Let us alone to guard Corioli: the gods.
If they set down before's, for the remove Sic. Bemock the modest moon.
Bring up your army; but I think you 'll find Bru. The present wars devour him; he is They've not prepar’ú for us. grown
0! doubt not that ; 39 Too proud to be so valiant.
I speak from certainties. Nay, more ; Sic.
Such a nature, Some parcels of their power are forth already, Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow And only hitherward." I leave your honours. Which he treads on at noon. But I do wonder
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, His insolence can brook to be commanded
'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike Under Cominius.
Till one can do no more.
The gods assist you ! In whom already he's well grac'd, can not
Auf. And keep your honours safe! Better be held por more attain'd than by
Farewell. A place below the first; for what miscarries
Farewell. Shall be the general's fault, though he perform All. Farewell.
Ereunt. To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius, 'O! if he
SCENE III.-Rome. A Room in MARCIUS'S Had borne the business.'
Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA. They set them of his demerits rob Cominius.
down on tuo low stools and sew. Bru.
Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, yourself in a more comfortable sort. If my son Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his
were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in faults
that absence wherein he won honour than in the To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed 280 embracements of his bed where he would show In aught he merit not.
most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied Sic. Let's hence and hear
and the only son of my womb, when youth with How the dispatch is made ; and in what fashion, comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when for More than his singularity, he goes
a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not Upon his present action.
sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considerBru. Let 's along. Exeunt. ing how honour would become such a person,
that it was no better than picture-like to hang SCENE II.-Corioli. The Senate-house. by the wall, if renown made it not stir, was
pleased to let him seek danger where he was Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and Senators. like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him ;
from whence he returned, his brows bound with First Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels,
in joy at first hearing he was a man-child than And know how we proceed. Auf.
Is it not yours?
now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.
Vir. But had he died in the business, madam; Wbat ever have been thought on in this state,
how then ? That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention ? 'Tis not four days gone
Vol. Then his good report should have been Since I heard thence; these are the words : 1 my son ; I therein would have found issue. Hear
me profess sincerely : had I a dozen sons, each think
in my love alike, and none less dear than thine I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
and my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven
Enter a Gentlewoman.
Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. Vol. He had rather see the swords and hear a drum, than look upon his schoolmaster.
Val. O' my word, the father's son; I'll swear 'tis a very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him of Wednesday half an hour together: he has such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it, he let it go again; and after it again; and over and over he comes, and up again; catched it again or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it; O! I warrant, how he mammocked it. Vol. One on's father's moods.
did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric were sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.
Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed I will not forth.
Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband.
Vir. O good madam, there can be none yet. Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night.
Val. You would be another Penelope; yet, they say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence
Vir. Indeed, madam?
Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of our Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every thing hereafter.
Vol. Let her alone, lady as she is now she will but disease our better mirth.
Val. In troth, I think she would. Fare you well then. Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o' door, and go along with us.
Vir. No, at a word, madam; indeed I must not. I wish you much mirth. Val. Well then, farewell.
SCENE IV. Before Corioli.
Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Captains, and Soldiers. To them a Messenger.
Mar. Yonder comes news: a wager they have
Lart. My horse to yours, no.
Lart. So the good horse is mine.
For half a hundred years.
Summon the town. Mar. How far off lie these armies? Mess. Within this mile and half. Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, 18 That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy
A parley sounded. Enter, on the walls, two
Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
That's lesser than a little.
Drums afar of Hark! our drums Are bringing forth our youth: we'll break our walls,
Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, | A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
They'll open of themselves.
Alarum afar off. Hark you, far off! work he makes 20
There is Aufidius: list, what
O! they are at it.
Lart. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.
The Volsces enter and pass over the stage.
Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Now put yourshields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, brave Titus :
They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce,
Alarum. The Romans are beaten back to their
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Thy exercise hath been too violent
Another alarum. The Volsces and Romans re-enter,
'Tis for the followers fortune widens them,
Lart. What is become of Marcius?
First Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
Sir, praise me not;
Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 20
Thy friend no less
SCENE VI.-Near the Camp of COMINIUS.
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
May give you thankful sacrifice.
Enter a Messenger.
More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man.
As I guess, Marcius, Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates, Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, Their very heart of hope. I do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
Come I too late? Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own.
Flower of warriors,
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees:
Where is that slave Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
Where is he? Call him hither.
Mar. Let him alone; He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen, The common file,-a plague! tribunes for them! The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they. Com. But how prevail'd you? Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field? If not, why cease you till you are so?
Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantagefought, And did retire to win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? know you on which side
They have plac'd their men of trust?
Those are they That most are willing. If any such be here, As it were sin to doubt, that love this painting Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear Lesser his person than an ill report;
If any think brave death outweighs bad life,
They all shout and wave their swords; take him up in their arms, and cast up their caps. O! me alone? Make you a sword of me? If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volsces? none of you but is Able to bear against the great Aufidius A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Though thanks to all, must I select from all :
Shall bear the business in some other fight,
SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli.
TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with drum and trumpet toward COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, and a Scout.
Lart. So; let the ports be guarded: keep your duties,
As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch
SCENE VIII.-A Field of Battle between the Roman and the Volscian Camps.
Alarum. Enter from opposite sides MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.
Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.