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Officious, and not valiant-you have sham’d me And stand upon my common part with those In your condemned seconds.

That have beheld the doing. [Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius. [A long Flourish. They all cry, Mar.

cius! Marcius! cast up their caps SCENE IX.- The Roman camp.

and lances : Cominius and Lartius

stand bare. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. En

Mar. May these same instruments, which ter at one side, COMINIUS, and Romans ; at

you profane, the other side, Marcius, with his arm in a Never sound more! When drums and trumpets scarf, and other Romans.

shall Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's l’the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be work,

Made all of false-fac'd soothing! When steel Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, grows Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles ; Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Where great patricians shall attend and shrug, An overture for the wars! No more, I say ;

I l'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, And, gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the dull Or foil'd some debile wretch, —which, without tribunes,

note,
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, Here's many else have done,-you shout me forth
Shall say against their hearts,-We thank the gods, In acclamations hyperbolical;
Our Rome hath such a soldier !-

As if I loved my little should be dieted
Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast, In praises sauc'd with lies.
Having fully din'd before.

Com. Too modest are you ;

More cruel to your good report, than grateful Enter Titus LARTIUS, with his

power, from

To us that give you truly : by your patience, the pursuit.

If’gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you Lart. O general,

(Like one that means his proper harm,) in Here is the steed, we the caparison :

manacles, Hadst thou beheld

Then reason safely with you.— Therefore, be it Mar. Pray now, no more : my mother,

known, Who has a charter to extol her blood,

As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius When she does praise me, grieves me. I have Wears this war's garland : in token of the which done,

My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, As you have done ; that's what I can; induc'd With all his trim belonging; and, from this time, As you have been ; that's for my country:

For what he did before Corioli, call him, He, that has but effected his good will,

With all the applause and clamour of the host, Hath overta'en mine act.

Caius MARCIUS CORIOLANUS. Com. You shall not be

Bear the addition nobly ever! The grave of your deserving ; Rome must know [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. The value of her own : 'twere a concealment All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, Cor. I will go wash; To hide your doings; and to silence that, And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, Whether I blush,or no: Howbeit, I thank you:Would seem but modest : Therefore, I beseech I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, you,

To undercrest your good addition, (In sign of what you are, not to reward

To the fairness of iny power.
What you have done,) before our army hear me. Com. So, to our tent:
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
smart

To Rome of our success.-You, Titus Lartius, To hear themselves remember'd.

Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
Com. Should they not,

The best, with whom we may articulate,
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, For their own good, and ours.
And tent themselves with death. Of all the Lart. I shall, my lord.
horses,

Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now (Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store,) Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg of all

Of my lord general.
The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city, Com. Take it: 'tis yours.—What is't?
We render you the tenth; to be ta’en forth Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,
Before the common distribution, at

At a poor man's house; he us’d me kindly: Your only choice.

He cried to me; I saw him prisoner ; Mar. I thank you, general ;

But then Aufidius was within my view, But cannot make my heart consent to take And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you A bribe to pay my sword : I do refuse it; To give my poor host freedom.

Com. O, well begg'd!

Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where Were he the butcher of my son, he should I thought to crush him in an equal force, Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. (True sword to sword,) I'll potch at him some Lart. Marcius, his name?

way ; Cor. By Jupiter, forgot :

Or wrath, or craft, may get him. I am weary ; yea, my memory is tir'd

1 Sol. He's the devil. Ilave we no wine here?

Auf. Bolder, though not so subtile: My vaCcm. Go we to our tent ;

lour's poison'd, The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time With only suffering stain by him ; for him It should be look'd to: come. [Exeunt. Shall fiy out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary,

Being naked, sick ; nor fane, nor Capitol, SCENE X.-The camp of the Volces. The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst

Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up bloody, with two or three soldiers.

My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it Auf. The town is ta'en !

At home, upon my brother's guard, even there i Šol. "Twill be deliver'd back on good con- Against the hospitable canon, would I dition.

Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the Auf. Condition ?

city; I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, Learn, how 'tis held ; and what they are, that Being a Volce, be that I am.-Condition ! What good condition can a treaty find

Be hostages for Rome. I'the part that is at mercy ? Five times, Marcius, 1 Sol. Will not you go? I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: me;

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pray you, And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter ('T'is south' the city mills,) bring meword thither As often as we eat.-By the elements,

How the world goes; that to the pace of it If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, I may spur on my journey. He is mine, or I am his: Mine emulation 1 Sol. I shall, sir.

[Ereunt.

must

ACT II.

how you are censured here in the city, I mean SCENE I.-Rome. A public place. of us o'the right-hand file? Do you?

Both Trib. Why, how are we censured? Enter MENENIUS, Sicinius, and BRUTUS.

Men. Because you talk of pride now,- Will Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have you not be angry

? news to-night.

Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well. Bru. Good, or bad ?

Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very Men. Not according to the prayer of the peo- little thief of occasion will rob you of a great ple, for they love not Marcius.

deal of patience: give your disposition the reins, Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their and be angry at your pleasures; at the least, if friends.

you take it as a pleasure to you, in being so. Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love ? You blame Mareius for being proud ? Sic. The lamb.

Bru. We do it not alone, sir. Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry Men. I know, you can do very little alone; plebeians would the noble Marcius.

for your helps are many; or else your actions Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. would grow wondrous single: your abilities are

Men. He's a bear, indecd, that lives like a too infantlike, for doing much alone. You lamb. You two are old men; tell me one talk of pride ; 0, that you could turn your eyes thing that I shall ask you.

towards the napes of your necks, and make but Both Trib. Well, sir.

an interior survey of your good selves ! O, that Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, you could ! that you two have not in abundance ?

Bru. What then, sir? Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored Men. Why, then you should discover a brace with all.

of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates Sic. Especially, in pride.

(alias, fools,) as any in Rome. Bru. And topping all others in boasting. Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough toc Dlen. This is strange now: Do you two know Men. I am known to be a humorous patri

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cian, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius not a drop of allaying Tyber in't; said to be approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go. something imperfect, in favouring the first com- Men. Ha! Marcius coming home? plaint : hasty, and tinder-like, upon too trivial Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most motion : one that converses more with the but- prosperous approbation. tock of the night, than with the forehead of the Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank morning. What I think, I utter; and spend thee :-Hoo! Marcius coming home! my malice in my breath : Meeting two such Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true, weals-men as you are, (I cannot call you Ly- Vol. Look, here's a letter from him ; the state curguses) if the drink you give me touch my hath another, his wife another; and, I think, palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. there's one at home for you. I cannot say, your worships have delivered Men. I will make my very house reel tothe matter well, when I find the ass in com- night:-A letter for me? pound with the major part of your syllables : Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you: I and though I must be content to bear with saw it. those that say you are reverend grave men ; yet Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate they lie deadly, that tell, you have good faces. of seven years' health ; in which time I will If you see this in the map of my microcosm, make a lip at the physician : the most sovereign follows it, that I am known well enough too? prescription in Galen is but empiricutick, and, What harm can your bisson conspectuities glean to this preservative, of no better report than a out of this character, if I be known well enough horse-drench. Is he not wounded ? he was wont too?

to come home wounded. Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well Vir. O, no, no, no. enough.

Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor Men. So do I too, if it be not too much :any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' Brings 'a victory in his pocket ? --The wounds caps and legs; you wear out a good wholesome become him. forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orange- Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the third time home with the oaken garland. controversy of threepence to a second day of au- Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? dience. When you are hearing a matter be- Vol. Titus Lartius writes,-they fought togetween party and party, if you chance to be pinch- ther, but Aufidius got off. ed with the cholic, you make faces like inum- Men. And it was time for him too, I'll warmers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; rant him that: an he had staid by him, I would and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the not have been so fidiused for all the chests in controversy bleeding, the more entangled by Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the seyour hearing : all the peace you make in their nate possessed of this? cause, is, calling both the parties knaves : You Vol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: are a pair of strange ones.

the senate has letters from the general, wherein Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to he gives my son the whole name of the war: he be a perfecter giber for the table, than a neces- hath in this action outdone his former decds sary bencher in the Capitol.

doubly. Men. Our very priests must become mockers, Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects of him. as you are. When you speak best unto the pur- Men. Wondrous ? Ay, I warrant you, and pose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; not without his true purchasing, and your beards deserve not so honourable a l'ir. The gous grant them true! grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be Vol. True? pow, wow. entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true :-must be saying, Marcius is proud; who, in a Where is he wounded ?--God save your good cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, worships! [To ihe Tribunes, who come forward.] since Deucalion ; though, peradventure, soine of Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to the best of them were hereditary hangmen. he proud.-Where is he wounded ? Good e'en to your worships; more of your con- Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm : There versation would infect mybrain, being the herds- will be large cicatrices to show the people, when men of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to lie shall stand for his place. He received in the take my leave of you.

repulse of Tarquin, seven lurts i'the body. [Brutus and Sicinius retire to the buck of Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigli, the scene.

-there's nine, that I know. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria, fc. ty-five wounds upon him.

Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenHow now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was moon, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do an enemy's grave: [Å shout, und flourish.] you follow your eyes so fast?

Hark! the trumpets.

Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings, him

But with them change of honours. He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; Vol. I have lived Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; To see inherited my very wishes, Which being advanc'd, declines; and then men And the buildings of my fancy: only there die.

Is one thing wanting, which I doubt not, but

Qur' Rome will cast upon thee.
A Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter CoMINIUS

Cor. Know, good mother,
and Titus LaRTIUS; between them, Corio- I had rather be their servant in my way,
LANUS, crowned with an oaken garland ; with Than sway with them in theirs.
Captains, Soldiers, and a llerald.

Com. On, to the Capitol.
Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius

[Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, did fight

as before. The Tribunes remain. Within Corioli' gates : where ne hath won, Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the blearWith fame, a name to Caius Marcius ; these

ed sights In honour follows, Coriolanus :

Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Into a rapture lets her baby cry,

[Flourish. While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,

Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; Clambering the walls to eye him : Stalls, bulks, Pray now, no more.

windows, Com. Look, sir, your mother,

Are smother'd up, leads fill’d, and ridges hors'd Cor. 0!

With variable complexions; all agreeing You have, I know, petition'd all the gods In earnestness to see him : seld-shown Hamens For my prosperity.

[Kneels. Do press among the popular throngs, and puff Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;

To win a vulgar station : our veiļd dames Ny gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and

Commit the war of white and damask in By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd, Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee? Of Phæbus' burning kisses : such a pother, But 0, thy wife

As if that whatsoever god, who leads him, Cor. My gracious silence, hail !

Were slily crept into his human powers, Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come cof- And gave him graceful posture. fin'd home,

Sic. On the sudden, That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah, my dear, I warrant him consul. Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,

Bru. Then our office may, And mothers that lack sons.

During his power, go sleep. Men. Now the gods crown thee !

Sic. He cannot temperately transport his hoCor. And live you yet?-O my sweet lady, nours pardon.

[To Valeria. From where he should begin, and end; but will Vol. I know not where to turn :- welcome Lose those that he hath won. home;

Bru. In that there's comfort. And welcome, general ;-—And you are welcome Sic. Doubt not, the commoners, for whom we all.

stand, Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could But they, upon their ancient malice, will weer,

Forget, with the least cause, these his new hoAnd I could laugh ; I am light, and heavy : nours; Welcome :

Which that he'll give them, make as little quesA curse begin at very root of his heart,

tion That is not glad to see thee !-You are three, As he is proud to do't. That Rome should dote on : yet, by the faith of Bru. I heard him swear, men,

Were he to stand for consul, never would he We have some old crab-trees here at home, that appear i'the market-place, nor on him put will not

The napless vesture of humility; Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors: Nor showing (as the manner is) his wounds We call a nettle, but a nettle ; and

To the people, beg their stinking breaths. The faults of fools, but folly.

Sic. 'Tis right. Com. Ever right.

Bru. It was his word: 0, he would miss it, Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.

rather Her. Give way there, and go on.

Than carry it, but by the suit o'the gentry to him, Cor. Your hand, and yours :

And the desire of the nobles. [To his wife and mother. Sic. I wish no better, Ere in our own house i do shade my head, Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it The good patricians must be visited;

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Bru. 'Tis most like, he will.

i Off. If he did not care whether he had their Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills; love, or no, he waved indifferently ’twixt doing A sure destruction.

them neither good, nor harm; but he seeks their Bru. So it must fall out

hate with greater devotion than they can render To him, or our authorities. For an end, it him ; and leaves nothing undone, that may We must suggest the people, in what hatred fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem He still hath held them: that to his power, he to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, would

is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, them for their love. and

2 Off. He hath deserved worthily of his counDispropertied their freedoms: holding them, try: And his ascent is not by such easy degrees In human action and capacity,

as those, who, having been supple and courteous Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, to the people, bonnetted, without any further Than camels in their war; who have their pro- deed to heave thu n at all into their estimation vand

and report ; but he hath so planted his honours Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, that For sinking under them.

for their tongues to be silent, and not confess so Sic. This, as you say, suggested

much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to reAt some time when his soaring insolence port otherwise, were a malice, that, giving itself Shall teach the people, (which timeshall not want, the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from If he be put upon't ; and that's as easy, every ear that heard it. As to set dogs on sheep,) will be his fire

1 Off. No more of him ; he is a worthy man ; To kindle their dry stubble ; and their blaze Make way, they are coming. Shall darken him for ever.

A Sennet. Enter, with Lictors before them, CoEnter a Messenger.

Minius the Consul, MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, Bru. What's the matter?

many other Senators, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS. Mes. You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis

The Senators take their places ; the Tribunes thought,

take theirs also by themselves. That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen Men. Having determin’d of the Volces, and The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind To send for Titus Lartius, it remains, To hear him speak : The matrons Aung their As the main point of this our after-meeting, gloves,

To gratify his noble service, that Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs, Hath thus stood for his country: Therefore, Upon him as he pass’d: the nobles bended,

please you, As to Jove's statue ; and the commons made Most reverend and grave elders, to desire A shower, and thunder, with their caps, and The present consul, and last general shouts;

In our well-found successes, to report I never saw the like.

A little of that worthy work perform’d Bru. Let's to the Capitol ;

By Caius Marcius Coriolanus ; whom And carry with us ears and eyes for the time, We meet here, both to thank, and to remember But hearts for the event.

With honours like himself. Suc. Have with you.

Ereunt. 1 Sen. Speak, good Cominius :

Leave nothing out for length, and make us think, SCENE II.-The same. The Capitol. Rather our states defective for requital,

Than we to stretch it out. Masters o'the people, Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.

We do request your kindest ears; and, after, i of: Come, come, they are almost here: Your loving motion toward the common body, How many stand for consulships ?

To yield what passes here. 2 Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of Sic. We are convented every one, Coriolanus will carry it.

Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts 1 off. That's a brave fellow; but he's ven- Inclinable to honour and advance geance proud, and loves not the common people. The theme of our assembly. 2 0ff'Faith, there have been many great men

Bru. Which the rather that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember them; and there be many that they have lo- A kinder value of the people, than ved, they know not wherefore : so that, if they He hath hereto priz'd them at. love they know not why, they hate upon no bet- Men. That's off, that's off'; ter ground: Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to I would you rather had been silent: Please you care whether they love or hate him, manifests To hear Cominius speak? the true knowledge he has in their disposition ; Bru. Most willingly: and, out of his noble carelessness, let's them But yet my caution was more pertinent, plainly see't.

Than the rebuke you give it.

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