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Men. For that, being one o' the lowest, basest,
Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:
Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,
Lead'st first to win some vantage.
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs :
Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;

The one side must have bale. Hail, noble

Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dis-
sentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 170
Make yourselves scabs?

First Cit.

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 ;
Where foxes, geese you are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is

To make him worthy whose offence subdues


And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness


Deserves your hate; and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours swims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye!
Trust ye?

That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
Would feed on one another? What's their


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;
That meat was made for mouths; that the gods

Hang 'em! They say!
They 'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise,
Who thrives, and who declines; side factions,
and give out
Conjectural marriages; making parties strong,
And feebling such as stand not in their liking,
Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's
grain enough!


sent not

Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,

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With every minute you do change a mind,
And call him noble that was now your hate,
Him vile that was your garland. What's the



They have a leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
I sin in envying his nobility,

And were I any thing but what I am,
I would wish me only he.

You have fought together.
Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears,
and he

Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?
Here what is the matter?
Mess. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
Mar. I am glad on 't; then we shall ha' means

to vent

Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.


First Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;

The Volsces are in arms.

Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
Only my wars with him: he is a lion
That I am proud to hunt.
First Sen.
Then, worthy Marcius
Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
Com. It is your former promise.
Sir, it is;
And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What! art thou stiff? stand'st out?

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Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
As I could pick my lance.

Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per-

For though abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech

What says the other troop?

No, Caius Marcins ;
I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t' other,
Ere stay behind this business.


O! true-bred. First Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where I know

Our greatest friends attend us.

To COMINIUS. Lead you on : 259
To MARCIUS. Follow Cominius; we must follow

They are dissolved: hang 'em! | Right worthy you priority.

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Noble Marcius! These three lead on this preparation
Pirst Sen. To the Citizens. Hence! To your Whither 'tis bent : most likely 'tis for you :
homes! be gone.

Consider of it.
Nay, let them follow :

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 ?

Second Sen.

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.
Fame, at the which he aims,


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

Pirst Sen.

Farewell. A place below the first; for what miscarries

Second Sen.

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.'

House. Sic.

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.

Come :

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
They have press'd a power, but it is not known die nobly for their country than one volup-
Whether for east or wcst: the dearth is great ; 10 tuously surfeit out of action.
The people mutinous ; and it is rumour'd,

Enter a Gentlewoman.
Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
Who is of Rome uorse hated than of you,

Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,


visit you.

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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.


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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


'Tis done.

Lart. My horse to yours, no.
Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?
Mess. They lie in view, but have not spoke as

Lart. So the good horse is mine.
I'll buy him of you.
Lart. No, I'll not sell nor give him: lend you
him I will

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
Senators, and Others.

Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
First Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less
than he,

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,
Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with

They'll open of themselves.

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Alarum afar off. Hark you, far off! work he makes 20

There is Aufidius: list, what
Amongst your cloven army.

O! they are at it.

Lart. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.


Look! sir.

First Sol.
Ol 'tis Marcius:
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
They fight, and all enter the city.


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,
Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on,

my fellows:

He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce,
And he shall feel mine edge.

Alarum. The Romans are beaten back to their

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Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.

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Thy exercise hath been too violent
For a second course of fight.

Another alarum. The Volsces and Romans re-enter,
and the fight is renewed. The Volsces retire into
Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them to the gates.
So, now the gates are ope: now prove good


'Tis for the followers fortune widens them,
Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
He enters the gates.
First Sol. Foolhardiness! not I.
Second Sol.

Nor I.
MARCIUS is shut in.
Third Sol. See, they have shut him in.
To the pot, I warrant him.
Alarum continues.

Lart. What is become of Marcius?
Slain, sir, doubtless.

First Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
With them he enters; who, upon the sudden, 50
Clapp'd-to their gates; he is himself alone,
To answer all the city.

O noble fellow !
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left,

Sir, praise me not;
My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.

Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 20
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!


Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius!

Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o' the town,
Where they shall know our mind, Away!


SCENE VI.-Near the Camp of COMINIUS.
Enter COMINIUS and Forces, as in retreat.
Com. Breathe you, my friends well fought;
we are come off

Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have



By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
Lead their successes as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling fronts en-

May give you thankful sacrifice.

Enter a Messenger.

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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,
By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
We have made to endure friends, that you



Come I too late? Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own.

O let me clip ye
In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burn'd to bedward.

Flower of warriors,

How is 't with Titus Lartius?

Mar. As with a man busied about decrees:
Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the other;
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
To let him slip at will.


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.


Though I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking: take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.


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,
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him, alone, or so many so minded,
Wave thus, to express his disposition,
And follow Marcius.


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 :


the rest

Shall bear the business in some other fight,
As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;
And four shall quickly draw out my command,
Which men are best inclin'd.

March on, my fellows:
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.

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
Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve
For a short holding: if we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.

Fear not our care,
Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct


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.

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