a

2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home.

ACT V. (Exeunt Citizens. Bru. I do not like this news.

SCENE I.-Rome. A public Place. Enter MeneSic. Nor I.

nius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, and others. Bru. Let's to the capitol.'Would, half my wealth

Menenius. Would buy this for a lie !

NO, I'll not go : you hear, what he hath said, Sic. Pray, let us go (Exeunt. Which was sometime his general ; who lov'd him

In a most dear particular. He call'd me, father : SCENE VII.-A Camp, at a small distance from

But what o'that? Go, you that banish'd him, Rome. Enter Aufidius, and his Licutenant.

A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman?

The way into his nerey: Nay, if he coy'd Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him ; but To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,

Com. He would not seem to know me. Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;

Men.

Do you hear? And you are darkend in this action, sir,

Com. Yet one time he did call me by my naine : Even by your own.

I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
Auf.
I cannot help it now;

That we have bled together. Coriolanus
Unless, by using means. I lame the foot

He would not answer to : forbad all naines ;
Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
Even to my person, than I thought he would, Till he had forgd himself a name i'the fire
When first I did embrace him: Yet his nature Of burning Rome.
In that's no changeling; and I must excuse

Men. Why, so; you have made good work: What cannot be amended.

A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Home,
Lieu.
Yet I wish, sir,

To make coals cheap: A noble memory ! (I mean for your particular,) you had not

Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon Join'd in commission with him: but either

When it was less expected; He replied, Had borne the action of yourself, or else

It was a bare petition of a state To him had left it solely.

To one whom they had punish'd.
Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, Men.

Very well:
When he shall come to his account, he knows not Could he say less ?
What I can urge against him. Althongh it seems, Com.

I offer'd to awaken his regard And so he thinks, and is no less apparent

For his private friends: His answer to me was,
To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, He could not stay to pick them in a pile
And shows good husbandry for the Volcian state ; Of noisome, musty chaff: He said, 'twas folly,
Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon

For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
Au draw his sword : yet he hath left undone

And still to nose the offence. That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, Men.

For one poor grain Wheneer we come to our account.

Or two? I am one of those ; his mother, wife, Lieu. Sir, I besecch you, think you he'll carry Rome? His child, and this brave fellow too, we are the grains : Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down; You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt And the nobility of Rome are his:

Above the moon: We must be burnt for you. The senators, and patricians, love him too:

Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid The tribunes are no soldiers ; and their people In this so never-needed help, yet do not Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty

Upbraid us with our distress. But, sure, if you To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome, Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it

More than the instant army we can make, By sovereignty of nature. First he was

Might stop our countryman. A noble servant to them; but he could not

Men.

No; I'll not meddle. Carry his honours even : whether 'twas pride,

Sic. I pray you, go to him. Which out of daily fortune ever taints

Men.

What should I do? The happy man; whether defect of judgement, Bru. Only make trial what your love can do To fail in the disposing of those chances

For Rome, towards Marcius. Which he was lord of; or whether nature,

Men.

Well, and say that Marcius Not to be other than one thing, not moving

Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace Unheard; what then?-
Even with the same austerity and garb

But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
As he controlled the war ; but, one of these,

With his unkindness ? Say't be so ? (As he bath spices of them all, not all,

Sic,

Yet your good will For I dare so far free him.) made him fear'd,

Must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure So hated, and so banishd :-But he has a merit, As you intended well. To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues

Men.

I'll undertake it : Lie in the interpretation of the time:

I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, And power, unto itself most commendable,

And hum at goud Cominius, much unhearts me. Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair

He was not taken well; he had not diu'd : To extol what it bath done.

The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail ; We pout upon the morning, are unapt Rigtits by rights fouler, strengths by strengths do fail. To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'a Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, These pipes and these conveyances of our blood Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls

[Exeunt. || Tban in our priest-like fasts: Therefore I'll watch hin

Tin he be dieted to my request,

defender of them, and, in a violent popular igoaranee, And then I'll set upon him.

given your enemy your skivid, think to front his rever Bru. You know the very road into his kindness, ges with the easy groans of old women, the virginal And cannot lose your way.

palms of your daughters, or with the palsied interper Men.

Good faith, I'll prove him,sion of such a decayed dotant as you sera to be? Can Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge you think to blow out the intended fire your city is of my success.

(Exit. I ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this ? No, Com. He'll never hear him.

you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and preSic.

Not?

pare for your execution : You are condemned, our Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye

general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon. Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury

Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he • The guoler to his pity. I kneeld before him ; would use me with estimation. 'Twas very faintly he said, rise; dismiss'd me

2 G. Come, my captain knows you not. 'Thus, with his speechless hand: What he would do, Men. I mean, thy general. He sent in writing after me; what he would not, 16. My general cares not for you. Baek, 1 say, go, Bound with an oath, to yield to his conditions: lest I let forth your half pint of blood ;-back, that's So, that all hope is vain,

the utmost of your having :-back. Unless his noble inother, and his wife ;

Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,-
Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him

Enter Coriolanus and Aufidius.
For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,
And with our fair entreaties haste them on, (Exeunt.

Cor. What's the matter?

Men. Now you companion, I'll say an errand far

you; you shall know now, that I am in estimation; SCENE II.-An advanced post of the Volcian Camp you shall perceive that a Jack guardent cannot office

before Rome. The Guard at their stations. Enter me from my son Coriolanus : guess, but by my enter to them Menenius.

tainment with him, if thou stand'st not i'the state of 1 G. Stay: Whenee are you?

hanging, or of some death more long in spectatorship, 2 G.

Stand, and go back.

and crueller in suffering; behold now presently, and Men. You guard like men ; 'tis well : But, by your

swoon for what's to come upon thee.-The glorious leave,

gods sit in hourly synod about thy particular prosperio I am an officer of state, and come

ty, and love thee no worse than thy old father Mere To speak with Coriolanus.

nius does ! O, my son! my son! thou art preparing 16. From whence ?

fire for us ; look thee, here's water to quench it I Men. From Rome.

was hardly moved to come to thee; but being assured 16. You may not pass, you must return; our general none but myself could move thee, I have been blown Will no more hear from thence.

out of your gates with sighs; and conjure thee to pat 2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire, before don Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The You'll speak with Coriolanus.

good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it Men.

Goot my friends, upon this varlet here ; this, who, like a block, hath de If you have heard your general talk of Rome, nied my access to thee. And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,

Cur. Away! My name hath touch'd your ears; it is Menenius.

Men. How! away? 1 G. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name

Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs Is not here passable..

Are servanted to others : Though I owe
Men.
I tell thee, fellow,

My revenge properly, my remission lies
Thy general is my lover: I have been

In Volcian breasts. That we have been familiar,
The book of his good acts, whence men hare read Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
His fame unparalleld, haply, amplified;

Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be gone
For I have ever verified my friends

Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than (Of whom he's chief,) with all the size that verity Your gates against my force. Yet, for I lov'd thee, Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, Take this along; I writ it for thy sake, [Gives a letter Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,

And would have sent it. Another word, Medenius, I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise I will not hear thee speak.-This man, Aufidias, Have, almost, stamp'd the leasing : Therefore, fellow, Was my belov'd in Rome: yet thou behold'stI must have leave to pass.

Auf. You keep a constant temper. 16. 'Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his

[Exeunt Cor. and Auf. bebalf as you have uttered words in your own, you 1 G. Now, sir, is your name Menenius ? should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous 2 G. "Tisa spell, you see, of much power: You know to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back. the way home again.

Men. Prøytbee, fellow, remember my name is Mene 16. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping FOLE bius, always factionary on the party of your general. greatness back?

2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you 2G. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon? say, you have,) I am one that, telling true under him, Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general: must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back. For such things as you, I can searce think there's ans,

Men. Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not you are so slight. He that hath a will to die by him speak with him till after dinner.

self, fears it not from another. Let your general de 16. You are a Roman, are you?

his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and your Men. I am as thy general is.

misery increase with your age! I say to you, as I was 16. Then you should hate Romne, as he does. Can said to, Away! you, when you have pushed out your gates the very 1G. A noble fellow, I warrant him.

(Erits

2G. The worthy fellow is our general; He is the Cor.

What is this: roek, the oak not to be wind-shaken. (Exeunt. ! Your knees to me? to your corrected son?

Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach SCENE II.-The Tent of Coriolanus. Enter Cori- | Fillip the stars ; then let the mutinous winds olanus, Aufidius, and others.

Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
Cor. We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow Murd'ring impossibility, to make
Set down our host.--My partner in this action, What cannot be, slight work.
You must report to the Volcian lords, how plainly Vol.

Thou art my warrior; I have borne this business.

I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
Auf.
Only their ends

Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,
You have respected; stopp'd your ears against The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,
The general suit of Rome; never admitted

That's curded by the frost from purest snow,
A private whisper, no, not with such friends

And hangs on Dian's temple: Dear Valeria! That thought them sure of you.

Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours, Cor.

This last old man,

Whiclt by the interpretation of full time
Whum with a crack'd beart I have sent to Rome, May show like all yourself.
Lov'd me above the measure of a father;

Cor.

The god of soldiers, Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge

With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Was to send him: for whose old love, I have

Thy thoughts with nobleness ; that thou may'st prove (Thongh I shou 'l sourly to hin ) once more offer'd

To shame unvulnerable, and stick i'the wars The first conditions, which they did rense,

Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, And cannot now accept, to grace him only,

And saving those that eye thee! That thought he could do more; a very little

Vol.

Your knee, sirrahe I have yielded too: Fresh embassies, and suits,

Cor. That's my brave toy. Nor from the state. nor private friends, hereafter Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Will I lend ear to.-Ha! what shout is this?

Are suitors to you. [Shout within.

Cor.

I beseech you, peace: Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow

Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; In the same time 'tis made ? I will not.

The things, I have forsworn to grant, may nevex

Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Enter in mourning habits. Virgilia, Volumnia, leading Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate young Marcius. Valeria, and Attendants.

Again with Rome's mechanics :-Tell me not
My wife comes foremost ; then the honour'd mould Wherein I seem unnatural : desire not
Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand To allay my rages and revenges, with

Your colder reasons.
The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affection !
All bond and privilege of nature, break!

Vol.

O, no more, no more!
Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate.-

You have said, you will not grant us any thing;
What is that curt'sy worth ? or those doves' eyes, For we have nothing else to ask, but that
Which can make gods forsworn ?-1 melt, and am not Which you deny already : Yet we will ask ;
of stronger earth than others.-My mother bows; That, if you fail in our request, the blame
As if Olympus to a molehill should

May hang upon your hardness ;-therefore hear us. In supplication nod: and my young boy

Cor. Aufidius, and you Volces, mark; for we'll Hath an aspect of intercession, which

Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request ? Great nature cries, Deny not.-Let the Volces

Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment, Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never

And state of bodies would bewray what life Be such a gosling to obey instinct ; but stand, We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself, As if a man were author of himself,

How more unfortunate than all living women And knew no other kin.

Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which should Vir.

My lord and husband! Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with cornCor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. forts,

Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang'd, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow; Makes you think so.

Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
Cor.
Like a dull actor now,

The son, the husband, and the father, tearing
I have forgot my part, and I am out,

His country's bowels out. And to poor we, Even to a full disgrace.-Best of my flesh,

Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us Forgive my tyranny; but do not say,

Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort For that, Forgive our Romans.-0, a kiss

That all but we enjoy: For how can we, Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Alas! how can we for our country pray, Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss Whereto we are bound; together with thy victory, I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip

Whereto we are bound? Alack! or we must lose Hath virgind it c'er since.-You gods! I prate, The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person, And the most noble mother of the world

Our comfort in the country. We must find Lave unsaluted: Sink, n.y knee, i'the earth; [K'neels. An evident calamity, though we had of thy deep duty more impression show

Our wish, which side should win : for either thou Than that of coinmun sons.

Must, as a foreign recreant, be led Vol.

O, stand up bless'd ! With manacles thorough our streets, or else Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,

Triunplantly tread on thy country's ruin; I kneel before thee; and unprop-rly

And bear the palm, for having bravely sbed Show duty, as mistaken all the while

Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son, Retween the child and parent.

[Kneels. !! I purpose not to wait on fortune, till

These wars determine: If I cannot persuade thee They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts,

You bave won a bappy victory to Rome :
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner But, for your son-believe it, O, believe it,
March to assault thy country, than to tread

Most dangerously you have with biın prevail'd, (Trust to’t, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb, If not most mortal to him. But, let it come :That brought thee to this world.

Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, Vir.

Ay, and on mine, I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard Living to time.

A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius? Boy. He shall not tread on me;

Auf. I was mov'd withal. I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.

Cor.

I dare be sworn, you vet: Cor. Not of a woman's tenlerness to be,

And, sir, it is no little thing, to make Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.

Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, I have sat too long.

(Rising. || What peace you'll make, advise me : For my part, Vol.

Nay, go not from us thus. I'll not to Rome, I'll back with yon; and pray you, If it were so, that our request did tend

Stand to me in this cause.-0 mother! wife ! To save the Romans, thereby to destroy

Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and the The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn us, honour As poisonous of your honour: No; our suit

At difference in thee: out of that I'll work Is, that you reconcile them : while the Volces Myself a former fortune.

[Aside. May say, This mercy we have show'd; the Romans,

[The ladies make signs to Coriolanus. This we receiv'd; and each in either side

Cor.

Ay, by and by; Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, Be bless'd

[To Volumnia, Virgilia, úc. For making up this peace! Thou know'st, great son,

But we will drink together; and you shall bear The end of war's uncertain; but this certain,

A better witness back than words, which we,
That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit

On like conditions, will have counter-seald.
Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name, Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses ; To have a temple built you : all the swords
Whose chronicle thus writ, -The man was noble, In Italy, and her confederate arms,
But with his last allempt he wih'd it out ;

Could not have made this peace.

(Exeunt. Destroy'd his country; and his name remains To the ensuing age, abhorr'd. Speak to me, son: Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,

SCENE IV.-Rome. A public Piace. Enter Mette

nius and Sicinius. To imitate the graces of the gods ; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o‘the air,

Men. See you yond' coign o'the capitol; yonde come And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt

ner-stone ? That should but rive an oak, Why dost not speak? Sic. Why, what of that? Thinh'st thou it honourable for a noble man

Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with Still to remember wrongs?--Daughter, speak you : your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of He cares not for your weeping.--Speak thou, boy: Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more But I say, there is no hope in't ; our throats are kir Than can our reasons. There is no man in the world' tenced, and stay upon execution. More bound to his mother ; yet here he lets me prate Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the Like one i'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life condition of a man? Show'd thy dear mother ang courtesy;

Men. There is differency between a grub, and a bato When she, (poor hen !) fond of no second brood, terfly; yet your butterfly was a grob. This Marcius Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, more than a creeping thing. And spurn me back: But, if it be not so,

Sic. He loved his mother dearly. Thou art not honest ; and the gods will plague thee, Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which mother now, than an eight year old horse. The cart 'To a mother's part belongs.-He turns away: ness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, Down, ladies; let us shame hini with our knees. he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks be To his surpaie Coriolanus 'longs more pride, fore his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with Than pity to our prayers. Down; An end : his eye; talks like a knell, and his bum is a battery. This is the last ;-So we will home to Rome, He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. And die among our neighbours.- Nay, behold us: What he bids be done, is finish'd with his bidhling, This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a beares But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, to throne in. Does reasou our petition with more strength

Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Than thou hast to deny't.-Come, let us go:

Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what This fellow had a Volcian to his mother;

mercy his mother shall bring from him: 'There is to His wife in Corioli, and his child

more mercy in him, than there is milk in a tale tiger Like him by chance :-Yet give us our despatch : that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of 1 ain bush'd until our city be afire,

you. And then I'll speak a little.

Sic. The gods be good unto us! Cor.

O mother, mother! Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good (Holding Volumnia by the hands, silert. unto us. When we banished him, we respected net What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, them: and, he returning to break our necks, they re* 'I be gods look downl, aud this unnatural scene

:

Even so,

1

Enter a Messenger.

Auf
Mes Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house : As with a man by his own alms empoison’d,
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,

And with his charity slain.
And hale him up and down; all swearing, if

2 Con.

Most noble sir, The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,

If you do hold the same intent wherein
They'll give him death by inches.

You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
Enter another Messenger.

Of your great danger.
Sic. What's the news?

Auf:

Sir, I cannot tell ;

We must proceed, as we do find the people. Mes. Good news, good news ;-The ladies have

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst prevail'd, The Volces are dislodg’d, and Marcius gone:

'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either

Makes the survivor heir of all. A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,

Auf.

I know it ; No, not the espulsion of the Tarquins.

And my pretext to strike at him admits Sic.

Friend, A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Ant thou certain this is true? Is it most certain ? Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heightend,

Mes. As certain, as I know the sun is fire : He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt of it?

Seducing so my friends ; and, to this end, Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, He bow'd his nature, never known before As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you; But to be rough, unswayable, and free. (Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums 3 Con. Sir, his stoutnesss, beaten, all together. Shouting also within.

When he did stand for consul, which he lost The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,

By lack of stooping,Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans,

Auf

That I would have spoke of: Make the sun dance. Hark you ! (Shouting again. Being banish'd forit, he came unto my hearth ; Men.

This is good news : Presented to my knife his throat: I took him ; I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia

Made him joint servant with me; gave him way Ls worth of consuls, senators, patricians,

In all his own desires ; nay, let him choose A city full; of tribunes, such as you,

Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day; My best and freshest men ; serv'd his designments This morning, for ten thousand of your throats In mine own person ; holp to reap the faine, I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! Which he did end all his ; and took some pride

[Shouting and music. To do myself this wrong; till, at the last, Sie. First, the gods bless you for their tidings: next, I seem'd his follower, not partner; and Accept my thankfulness.

He wag'd me with his countenance, as if
Mes.
Sir, we have all

I had been mercenary.
Great cause to give great thanks.

1 Con.

So he did, my lord :
Sic.
They are near the city?

The army marvellid at it. And, in the last,
Mes. Almost at point to enter.

When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd Sic.

We will meet them For no less spoil, than glory,And help the joy.

[Going. Auf

There was it ;Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians,

For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. and People. They pass over the Stuige.

At a few drops of women's rheum, which are

As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome:

Of our great action ; Therefore shall he die, Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark ! And make triumphant fires ; strew flowers before [Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts them:

of the People. Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,

1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, Repeal him with the welcome of his mother ;

And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Cry,--Welcome, ladies, welcome !

Splitting the air with noise.
All.

Welcome, ladies!
2 Con.

And patient fools, Welcome! (A flourish with drums and trumpets. || Whose children he bath slain, their base throats tear,

[Excunt. || With giving him glory.
3 Con.

Therefore, at your vantage, SCENE V.-Antiam. A public Place. Enter Tal- Ere he express himself, or move the people lus Aufidius, with Attendants.

With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here:

Which we will second. When he lies along, Deliver them this paper: having read it,

After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Bid them repair to the market-place; where I,

His reasons with his body. Even in ilairs and in the commons' ears,

Auf

Say no more ; Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse,

Here come the lords.
The city-ports by this hath enter'd, and

Enter the Lords of the City.
Intends to appear before the people, hoping
To purge himself with words: Despatch.

Lords.

You are most welcome home. [Exeunt Attendants. Auf. I have not deseri'd it. Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius's Faction. But, worthy lords have you with heed perus's

What I have written to you? Most welcome!

Lords.

We have. 1 Con. How is it with our gegerai?

1 Lord. And grieve to bear it.