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Therefore, at your vantage, SCESE 1.-Antium. A publick Place. Ere he express himself, or move the people
With what he would say, let him feel your swerd, Enter Tulics AUFINICS, with Attendants.
Which we will second. When he lies along, Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here:
After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury
His reasons with his body. Deliver them this paper : having read it,
Say no more;
Here come the lords.
Enter the Lords of the City.
Lurds. You are most welcome home,
I have not deser: 'd it; To purge himself with words : Despatch.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus’d [Ereunt Attendants.
What I have written to you?
And grieve to hear it. Most welcome!
What faults he made before the last, I think, 1 Con. How is it with our general ?
Might have found easy fines: but there to end, Auf:
Where he was to begin, and give away As with a man by his own arms empoison'd,
The benefit of our levies, answering us And with his charity slain.
With our own charge; making a treaty, where 2 Con.
Most noble sir, There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. If you do hold the same intent wherein
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Enter CorioLANUS, with drums and colours; a cror!
of Citizens with him. We must proceed, as we do find the people.
Cor. Hail, lords ! I am return'd your soldier; 3 Con. 'l'he people will remain uncertain, whilst No more infected with my country's love 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Makes the survivor heir of all.
Under your great command. You are to know, Auf:
I know it;
That prosp.rously I have attempted, and And my pretext to strike at bin ardınits
With bloody passage, led your wars, even to A good construction. I rais’d him, and I pawn’d The gates oi Rome. Our spoils we have brought Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighten'd,
home, He water'd his new plants with dews of dattery, Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, Seducing so my friends; and, to this end,
The charges of the action. We have made peace, He bow'd his nature, never known before
With no less honour to the Antiates, But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
Than shame to the Romans; and we here deliver, 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
We have compounded on.
Read it not, noble lords Being banish'd for’t, he came unto my hearth; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree Presented to my knife his throat: I took him;
He hath abus'd your powers. Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way
Cor. Traitor!-How now? In all his own desires; nay, let him choose
Ay, traitor, Marcius, Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
Marcius My best and freshest men ; serv'd his designments Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou think In mine own person; holp to reap the fame, I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol’n name Which he did end all his; and took some pride Coriolanus, in Corioli ? To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,
You lorrls and heads of the state, perfidiously I seem'd' his follower, not partner; and
He hath betray'd your business, and given up, Ile wag'd me with his countenance, as if
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome I had been mercenary.
(I say, your city,) to his wife and mother : 1 Con.
So he did, my lord: Breaking his oath and resolution, like
He whir'd and roard away your victory;
There was it; That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Look'd wondering ea
at other. At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
Hear'st thou, Mars? As cheap as lics, he sold the blood and labour Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, Of our great action; Therefore shall he die,
Cur. And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark !
Auf: No more. (Drums and trumpets sound, with great Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart shouls of the people.
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! I Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that erer And had no welcomes home; but he returns,
I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave Splitting the air with noise.
lords, 2 Con.
And patient fools, Must give this cur the lio : and his own notion Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear (Who wears my stripes impress'd on bim; that With giving bim glory.
Ha! will weep.
My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust
Hold, hold, bold, hold. The lie unto him.
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord, Peace, both, and hear me speak. I Lord.
O Tullus, Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound!
(quiet; If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Put up your swords.
(rage, Flutter'd your voices in Corioli:
Aut. My lords, when you shall know (as in this Alone I did it.-Boy!
Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Auf. Why, noble lords,
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Bear from hence his body, do it presently. He killed my sou ;-my daughter; And mourn you for him : let him be regarded -He killed my cousin Marcus;-He killed my fa- As the most noble corse, that ever herald ther.
Did follow to his urn. 2 Lord. Peace, ho;- no outrage ;-peace.
His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up :Cor.
0, that I had him, Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: To use my lawful sword !
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he Auf. Insolent villain !
Hath 'widow'd and unchilded many a one, Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.
Which to this hour bewail the injury, (AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill Yet he shall have a noble memory.
CORIOLANUS, who falls, and Aufidius stands Assist. [E.reunt, bearing the body of CorioLANCS, on him.
A dead march sounded.
JULIUS CÆS A R.
triumvirs after the death of
SCENE 1.-Rome. 4 Street.
Enter Flavius, Marulius, and a rabble of MARCUS BRUTUS,
Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you Casca, TREBONIUS,
conspirators against Julius LIGARIUS,
Is this a holiday? What! know you not, Decius Brutus,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Metellus CIMBER,
Upon a labouring day, without the siga CINNA,
Of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ? Flavius and MARULLUS, tribunes.
1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos.
Mar. Where is tay leather apron, and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?-
You, sir; what trade are you?
2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, young Cato, and am but, as you would say, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me di VOLUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius. VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, Lucius, Dar
2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with DANIUS ; servants to Brutus.
a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mendas PINDARUS, servant to Cassius.
of bad soals.
Mar. What trade, thou knave, thou naughty CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar.
knave, what trade ? PORTia, wife to Brutus.
2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.
me; yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. SCENE,-during a great part of the Play, at ROME; Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend na
afterwards at SARDIS; and near PHILIPPI. thou saucy fellow ?
2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?
When he doth run his course.-Antonius! 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the Ant. Cæsar, my lord ? awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor wo- Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius inen’s matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say, surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, The barren, touched in this holy chase, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon Shake off their steril curse. neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work. Ant.
I shall reme.nber: Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform’d. Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. 2 Cit . Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get
(Musick. myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make
Sooth. Cæsar. holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Cæs. Ha! Who calls ? Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet again. he home?
[Musick ceases. What tributaries follow him to Rome,
Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Cry, Cæsar: Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. things!
Sooth. Beware the ides of March. 0, you hard hearts, you crue! men of Rome,
What man is that? Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
March. To towers, and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face. Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon The live-long day, with patient expectation,
(again. To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Have you not made an universal shout,
Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him;-pass. That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,
(Senet. Exeunt all but Bro, and Cas. To hear the replication of your sounds,
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? Made in her concave shores?
Bru. Not I. And do you now put on your best attire ?
Cas. I pray you do. And do you now cull out a holiday?
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I'll leave you. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
And show of love, as I was wont to have
Over your friend that loves you.
Cassius, Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
I turn the trouble of my countenance
(Eseunt Citizens. Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, See, whe'r their basest inetal be not mov’d; Of late, with passions of some difference, They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Conceptions only proper to myself, Go
you down that way towards the Capitol ; Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours . This way will I: Disrobe the images,
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd; If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. (Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Mar. May we do so ?
Nor construe any further my neglect, You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Forgets the shows of love to other men. sion; Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your pas. And drive away the vulgar from the streets : By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face ? Will make him fiy an ordinary pitch;
Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself; Who else would soar above the
But by reflection, by some other thing. And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.
Cas. 'Tis just :
And it is very much lamented, Brutus, SCENE II.- Tre same. A publick Place. That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Enter, in procession, with musick, CÆSAR; ANTONY, That you might see your shadow. I have hearu,
for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, Decius, Where many of the best respect in Rome, CICERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casca, a great (Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, crowd following; among them a Soothsayer And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Cæs. Calphurnia,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. (sius, Casca.
Peace, no! Cæsar speaks. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cas
(Musick ceases. That you would have me seck into myself Cæs.
Calpburnia, - For that which is not in me? Cals Here, my lord.
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear.
w of men,
And, since you know you cannot see yourself Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, aud peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. To stale with ordinary oaths my love
Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar? To every new protester; if you know
Why should that name be sounded more than yours? That I do fawn on inen, and hug them hard, Write them together, your's is as fair a name; And after scandal them; or if you know
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; That I profess myself in banqueting
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with thein, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. (Skout.
Flourish, and shout. Now in the name of all the gods at once, Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, people
That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd: Choose Cæsar for their king.
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Cas.
Ay, do you fear it? When went there by an age, since the great flood, Then must I think you would not have it so. But it was fam'd with more than with one man ?
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well:- When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Ruine, But wherefore do you hold me here so long ? That her wide walks encompass'd but one man? What is it that you would impart to me ?
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd l'or, let the gods so speed me, as I love
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, The name of honour more than I fear death. As easily as a king.
Cas, I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Bru. That you do love me I am nothing jealous; As well as I do know your outward favour. What you would work me to, I have some aim; Well, honour is the subject of my story.-- How I have thought of this, and of these times, I cannot tell, what you and other men
I shall recount hereaster; for this present, Think of this life ; but, for my single self,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you, I had as lief not be, as live to be
Be any further mov'd. What you have söid, In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I will consider; what you have to say, I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
I will with patience hear: and find a time We both have fed as well; and we can both Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
Brutus bad rather be a villager,
Is like to lay upon us.
Cas. I'm glad, that my weak words Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. And bade him follow : 80, indeed, he did. The torrent roard; and we did buffet it
Re-enter CÆSAR and his Train. With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber And all the rest look like a chidden train : Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
Cas. Antonius! How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake: Ant. Cæsar ? His coward lips did from their colour fly;
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o’nights : Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous ; Alas! it cry'd, Give me some drink, Titinius, He is a noble Roman, and well given. As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
Cæs. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him nut: A man of such a feeble temper should
Yet if my name were liable to fear, So get the start of the majestic world,
I do not know the man I should avoid And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much: Bru. Another general shout!
He is a great observer, and he looks I do believe, that these applauses are
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. As thou dost, Antony; he hears no musick:
Cas. Why man, he doth bestri 'e the narrow world, Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a scri,
As if he mock'd himself, and scoru'd his spirit their hearts: but there's no heed to be taken of That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers, they Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
would have done no less. Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;
Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away? And therefore are they very dangerous.
Casca. Ay I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Cas. Did Cicero say any thing ? Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek. Come on my right hand, for this car is deaf,
Cas. To what effect ? And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Casca, Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you (Exeunt CÆSAR and his train. Casca stays i' the face again: But those that understood him, lehind.
smiled at one another, and shook their heads : but, Casca. You pull’d me by the cloak; Would you for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I couli speak with me?
tell you more news too : Marullus and Flavius, for Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to silence. That Cæsar looks so sad ?
Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I. Casca. Why you were with hiin, were you not ? could remember it.
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? chanc'd.
Casca No, I am promised forth. Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him: and Cas. Will you dine with me to-inorrow? being offered him, he put it by with the back of his Cusca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and hand, thus; and then the people fell a shouting. your dinner worth the eating. Bru. What was the second noise for ?
Cas. Good; I will expect you. Casca Why, for that too.
[for? Casca. Do so: Farewell, both. [Erit Casca. Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last cry Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ? Casca. Why, for that too.
He was quick mettle when he went to school. Bru, Was the crown offer'd him thrice ?
Cas. So is he now, in execution Casca. Ay, marry was't, and he put it by thrice, Of any bold or noble enterprize, every time gentler than other; and at every putting However he puts on this tardy form. by, mine honest neighbours shouted.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Cas. Who offered hin the crown?
Which gives men stomach to digest his words Casca. Why, Antony.
With better appetite. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you: Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner To-morrow, if you please to speak with me, of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw I will come home to you; or, if you will, Mark Antony offer him a crown;-yet 'twas not a Come home to me, and I will wait for you. crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the world. as I told you, he put it by once; but, for all that, to
(Exit BRUTUS. my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, offered it to him again; then he put it by again : Thy honourable metal may be wrought but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his From that it is dispos’d: 'Therefore 'tis meet fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; That noble minds keep ever with their likes : he put it the third time by: and still as he refused For who so firm, that cannot be seduc'd ? it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chopped Cæsar doth bear me hard : But he loves Brutus : hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar He should not humour me.
I will this night, refused the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæsar; In several hands, in at his windows throw, for he swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine As if they came from several citizens, own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my Writings, all tending to the great opinion lips, and receiving the bad air.
(swoon? That Rome holds of his name; wherein auscurely Cas. But, soft, pray you; What? Did Cæsar Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at:
Casca. He fell down in the market-place and And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure; foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
For we will shake him, or worse days eudure. (Fil. Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. Cas. No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
SCENE III.- The same. A Street.' And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, | Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, I ain sure Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people
Casca, with his suord drawn, and Cicero. did not clap bin, and hiss him, according as he Cic. Good even, Casca : Brought you Cæsar pleased, and displeased them, as they used to do the
home? players in the theatre, I am no true man.
Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he per
earth ceived the common herd was glad he refused the Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero, crown, he plucked me ope his d ublet, and offered I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds them his throat to cut.-An I had been a man of Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen any occupation, if I would not have taken him at The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, a word, 'I would I might go to hell among the To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : rogues :-and so he fell. When he came to himself But never till to-night, never till now, again, he said, If he had done, or said, any thing Did I go through a tempest dropping tire. arniss, he desired their worships to think it was his Either there is a civil strife in heaven; infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, criei, Alas, good soul!-and
him with all 'Incenses them to send destruction,