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2 Sen. So did we woo

Have seal'd thy full desire.
Transformed Timon to our city's love,

Alcib. Then there's my glove;
By humble message, and by promis'd means : Descend, and open your uncharged ports:
We were not all unkind, nor all deserve

Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own,
The common stroke of war.

Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof,
1 Sen. These walls of ours

Fall, and no more: and, to atone your fears
Were not erected by their hands, from whom With my riore noble meaning, - not a man
You have receiv'd your grief's: nor are they such,

his quarter, or oflend the stream
That these great towers, trophies, and schools should of regniar justice in your city's hounds,

But shall be remedied, to your public laws
For private faults in them.

At leaviest answer.
2 Sen. Nor are they living,

Borh. 'Tis most pobly spoken.
Who were the motives that you first went out; Alcib. Descend, and keep your words!
Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess

The Senators descend, and open the gates.
Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,

Enter a Soldier,
Into our city with thy banners spread:

Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead;
By decimation, and a tithed death,

Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea :
(if thy revenges hunger for that food,

And, on his grave stone, this insculpture; which
Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin’d tenth ; With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Avd by the hazard of the spotted die,

Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Let die the spotted.

Alcib. (Reads.) Here lies a wretched corse, of
1 Sen. All have not offended;

wreiched soul berejt:
For those that were, it is not square to take, Seek not my name: a plague consume you wicked
On those that are, revenges; crimes, like lands, caitil's left!
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did
Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:

hate ;
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin, Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay net
Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall

here thy gait.
With those that lave offended : like a shepherd, These well express in thee thy latter spirits :
Approach the fold, and call the infected forth, Though thou abhorr’dst in us our human griefs,
But kill not altogether.

Scorn’dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets 1 Sen. What thou wilt,

Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile, From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit
Than hew to't with thy sword.

Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye
1 Sen. Set but thy foot

On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall ope; Is noble Timon; of whose memory
So thou wilt send thy geotle lcart before, Hereafter more. - Bring me into your city,
thou'lt enter friendly.

And I will use the olive with my sword:
2 Sen. Throw thy glove,

Make war breed


Or any token of thine honour else,

That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.
And not as our confusion, all thy powers

Let our drums strike.
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Persons of the Drama.
CAIUS Marcits CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman. Conspirators with Aufidius.
Titus Lartius,


A Citizen of Antium. COMINIUS,

Two Volscian Guards. Menentus AGRIPPA, friend to Coriolanus.

VOLUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus. Sicinius VELUTOS, tribunes of the people.

VIRGIlia, wife to Coriolanus. Junius BRUTUS,

VALERIA, friend to Virgilia. Young Marcius, son to Coriolunus.

Gentlewoman attending Virgilia. A Roman Herald.

Roman and Volscian senators, Patricians, dediles, TULLUS AUFIDIUS, general of the Volscians.

Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Sera Lieutenant to Aufidius.

vants to Aufidius, and other Attendants. Scene, -partly in Rome; and partly in the territories of the Volscians and Antiates.

A C T I.

Cit. Speak, speak! (Several speaking at once. SCENE I. - Rome. A street.

1 Cit. You are resolved rather to die, than to

famish? Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens , with

Cit. Resolved, resolved !
staves, clubs, and other weapons.
1 Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. enemy to the people.

1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chic!

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Cit. We know't, we know't.

1 Cit. Care for us! — True, indeed! - They ne'er 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their own price. Js't a verdict ?

store-houses crammed with grain; make edicts for Cit. No mure talking on't; let it be done: away, usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholeaway!

some act established against the rich; and provide 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.

more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patri- the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and cians, good: what authority surfeits on, would there's all the love they bear us. relieve us ; if they would yield us but the super-| Men. Either you must fluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of A pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it; our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. – Let To scale't a little more. us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become i Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet yon must not think rakes: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't please bread, not in thirst for

2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Men. There was a time, when all the body's mem-

Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it:

That only like a gulf it did remain
2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for I'the midst o'the body, idle and inactive,
his country?

Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
1 Cic. Very well; and could be content to give Like labour with the rest; where the other instru-
him good report for't, but that he pays himself with
being proud.

Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.

And, mutually participate, did minister
1 Cut. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, Unto the appetite and affection common
he did it to that end : though soft conscienc'd men of the whole body. The belly answer'd, -
can be content to say, it was for his country, he did 1 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; Men. Sir, I shall tell you. – With a kind of smile,
which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus,

2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you ac- (For, look you, I may make the belly smile,
count a vice in him. You must in no way say, he is As well as speak,) it tauntingly replied

To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of ac- That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
cusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in As you malign our senators, for that
repetition. [Shouts within.) What shouts are these? They are not such as you.
The other side o'the city is risen: why stay we 1 Cit. Your belly's answer: What!
prating here? to the Capitol !

The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
Cit. Come, come!

The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
1 Cit. Soft; who comes here?

Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,

With other muniments and petty helps
2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath In this our fabric, if that they
always loved the people.

Men, What then? -
1 cit. He's one honest enough; 'would, all the 'Fore me, this fellow speaks ! what then? what
rest were so !

Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand ? 1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
Where go you

Who is the sink o'the body,
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you! Men. Well, what then?

1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain,
they have had iukling, this fortnight, what we in- What could the belly answer?
tend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. Men. I will tell you;
They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little)
shall know, we have strong arms too.

Patience, a while, you'll hear the belly's answer.
Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest i Cit. You are long about it.

Men. Note me this, good friend;
Will you undo yourselves ?

Your most grave belly was deliberate,
1 Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd.
Men. I tell you, friends, niost charitable care True is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he,
Have the patricians of you. For your wants,

That I receive the general

food at first,
Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Which you do live upon: and fit it is ;
Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them Because I am the storehouse, and the shop
Against the Roman state; whose course will on of the whole body: but if you do remember,
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs I send it through the rivers of your blood,
Of more strong link asunder, than can ever Even to the court, the heart, to the seat c'the brain;
Appear in your impediment: for the dearth, And, through the cranks and offices of man,
The gods, not the patricians, make it; and The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins,
Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, From me receive that natural competency,
You are transported by calamity

Whereby they live: and though that all at once,
Thither where more attends you; and you slander You, my good friends, (this says the belly,) mark
The helms o'the state, who care for you like fathers,
When you curse them as enemies.

1 Cit. Ay, sir; well, well!

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Men. Though all at once cannot

Mar. They are dissolo'd: Hang 'em! See what I do deliver out to each ;

They said, they were an-hungry; sighi'd forth proYet I cur mare my audit up, that all

verbs; From me do back receive the flower of all, Iat, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs masteat;

S. And leave me but the brun, What

say you

That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods 1 Cit. It was an answer. How apply you this?

Toi Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, Corn for the rich men only: - With these shreds $ And you the mutinous members: for examine They vented their complainings; which being ar- Tic Their counsels, and their cares; digest things rightly, swer'd,

WI Touchi the weal o'the common; you shall lind, And a petition granted them, a strange one,

His No public benefit which you receive, (To break the heart of generosily,

Cne But it proceeds, or comes, from them to yon, And make bold power look pale,) they threw their caps B. And no way from yourselves.-- What do you think? As they would hang them on the horns o'the mour, lu You, the great toc of this assembly? – Shouting their emulation.

Bet 1 Cit. I the great toc? Why the great toe? Mien. What is granted them? Men. For that beivg one o'the lowest, basest, poor- Niar. Five tribanes, to defend their vnlgar wisdoms, Sk est, of their own choice. One's Junius Brutus,

To Of this most wise rebellion, thon go'st foremost : Sicinius Velulus, and I know not Sdeath! Thou rascal, that art worst in blood, to run The rabble should have first unrool'd tlie city,

II Lead'st first to win some vantage. Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time

S But make you ready your still bats and clubs; Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes Rome and her rats are at the point of battle, For insurrection's arguing.

ON The one side must have bale. -- Hail, noble Marcius!

Men. This is strange.
Enter Caius Marcirs.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!

H: Mar. Thanks! - What's the matter, you dissen

Enter a Messenger.

TI tious rogies, Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?

т That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,

Mar. Here. What's the matter? Make yourselves scabs ?

Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are io arms. 1 Cit. We have ever your good word.

Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have meaus to Mar. He, that will give good words to thee, will vent flatter

Our misty superfluity. - Sec, our best elders. V Beneath abhorring, What would you have, you Enter Counsics, Titus Laktics, and other Senators; cuirs,

JUnits ButTUS, and Sicinius VELITCS.
That like nor peace, nor war? the one afrights you, 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us ;
The other makes you proud. He that trusts you,

The Volces are in arms.
Where he should find you lions, finels you hares; Mur. They have a leader,
Where foxes, geese. You are no surer, no, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to’t.
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

I sin in envying his nobility:
Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,

And were I any thing but what I am, To make him worthy, whose ofl'ence subdues him, I would wish me only lie. And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Com. You have fought together. Deserves your hate: and your atlections are Mar. Were halito lialf the world by the cars, and he A sick man's appetite, who desires most that, Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Which would increase his evil. He, that depends Only my wars with him: he is a lion Upon your favours, swims with fias of lead, That I am proud to hunt. And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust i Sen. Then worthy Marcius,

Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
With every minute you do change a mind;

Com. It is your former promise.
And call him noble, that was now your hate, Mar. Sir, it is ;
Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter, And I am constant. - Titus Lartios, thou
That in these several places of the city

Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face:
You cry against the noble senate, who,

What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else

Tit. No, Caius Marcius;
Would feed on one another? - What's their seeking? I'll lean apon one crutch, and fight with the other,

Men. For corn attheir own rates; whereof, they say, Ere stay behind this business.
The city is well stor'd.

Men, 0, true bred!
Dur. Hang 'em! They say ?

1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I kuor, They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know Our greatest friends attend us. What's done i'the Capitol: who's like to rise, Tit. Lead you on: Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and Follow, Cominius; we must follow yor; give out

Right worthy you priority.
Conjectural marriages: making parties strong, Com. Noble Lartius!
And feebling such as stand not in their liking, 1 Sen. Hence! to your homes, be gone!
Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's grain

Mar. Nay, let them follow:
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,

The Volces have much coro; take these rats thither. And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry To gnaw their garners. With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow! As I could pick my lance.

(Exeunt Senators, com. Mar. Tit, and Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded ;

Menen, Citizens steal away. For though abundantly they lack discretion, Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Niarcìus? Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, Bru. He has no equal. What says the other troop?

Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people, -


[To the Citizens.

Worshipful matineers,

Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes?

And only hitherward. I leave your honours. Sic. Nay, but his taunts.

If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the gods. 'Tis sworn between us, we shall never strike, Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.

Till one can do no more. Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown All. The gods assist you ! Too proud to be su valiant.

Auf. And keep your honours safe! Sic. Such a cature,

1 Sen. Farewell! Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow 2 Sen. Parewell! Which he treads on at noon. But I do wonder, All, Farewell!

[Exeunt. His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius.

SCENE III. Rome. An apartment in Marcius' Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, –

house. In uhom already lie is well grac'd, — cannot Enter VOLUMNIA, and Virgilia: they sit down on Better be held, nor more attaiu’d, than by

two low stools, and sew. A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the gencral's fault, though he perform

Vol. I pray you, daugliter, sing; or express yorir

self in a more comfortable sort. If my son were my To the utmost of a man; and giddy ceasure Will then cry out of Marcius, O, if he

husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence

wherein he won honour, than in the embracements Had borne the business! Sir. Besides, it' things go well,

of his bed, where he would show most love. When

yet he was but tenderbodied, and the only son of Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall of his demerits rob Cominius.

my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all

gaze his way; when, for a day of kings' entreaties, Bru. Come :

a mother should not sell him an hour from her beHalf all Coininius' honours are to Marcius, Thongh Marcius earn’d them not; and all his faults

holding; I, - considering how honour would beTo Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed,

come such a person; that it was no better, than pic

ture-like to hang by the wall, if renown made it In aught he merit not.

not stir, - was pleased to let him seck danger where Sic. Let's hence, and hear

he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him; How the dispatch is made; and in what fashion,

fro!n whence he returned, his brows bound with oak. More than in singularity, he goes

I tell thee, daughter, - 1 sprang not more in joy at Upon his present action. Bru. Let's along.


first bearing he was a man-child, than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.

Vir. But had he dicd in the business, madam ? how SCENE II. -- Corioli. The Senate-House.

then ? Enter Titus AtFipius, and certain Senators.

Vol. Then his good report should have been my 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels,

profess sincerely: Had I a dozen sons,

-cach in my And know how we proceed.

love alike, and none less dear, than thine and my Auf: Is it not yours?

good Marcius, - I had rather had eleven die nobly What ever hath been thought on in this state,

for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome

of action. Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gove, Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think,

Enter a Gentlewoman. I have the letter here; yes, here it is: [Reads. Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit They have press'd a power, but it is not known

you. Whether for east, or west. The dearth is great; Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself. The people mutinous: and it is rumour'd,

Pol. Indeed, you shall not. Comínius, Marcius your old enenly,

Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum; (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,)

See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair; And Titas Lartius, a most valiant Romun, As children from a bear, the Volces shunning him: These three lead on this preparation,

Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus: Whithertis bent: most likely, 'tis for you: Come on, you cowards, you were got in feur, Consider of it.

Though jou were born in Rome : His bloody brow 1 Sen. Our army's in the field :

With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes; We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow To answer us.

Or all, or lose his lire. Auf. Nor did you think it folly,

Vir. Ilis bloody brow! o, Jupiter, no blood! To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when

Vol. Away, yon fool! it more becomes a man, They needs must show themselves; which in the Than gilt his trophy. The breasts of llecuba, hatching,

When she did suclie Hector, look'd not lovelier, It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery Than flector's forehead, when it spit forth blood We shall be shorten’d in our aim; which was, At Greciau swords contending. — Tell Valeria, To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome We are fit to bid her welcome. (Exit Gent. Should know we were afoct.

Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Anfidius! 2 Sen. Noble Aulidins,

Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' liead below his knee, Take your commission; hie you to your bands:

And tread upon his neck.
Let us alone to guard Corioli:
If they set down before us, for the remove

Re-enter Gentlewoman, with Valeria and her

Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find
They have not prepar'd for us.

Val. My la lies both, good day to you!
Auf: o, doubt not that;

Vol. Sweet madam, I speak from certainties. Nay, more,

Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship. Some parcels of their powers are forth already, Val. How do you both? you are manifest house


cloven army.

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keepers. What, are you sewing here? A fine spot, Lart. Agreed.
in good faith. - How does your little sou?

Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?
Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam! Mess. Theylie in view; but have not spoke as yet.

Pol. He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, Lart. So, the good horse is mine. than look upon his school-master.

Mar. I'll buy him of you. Val. O’my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis Lurt. No, l'il por sell, nor give him: lend you him, a very pretty boy. O’my troth, I looked upon him

I will, o'Wednesday half an hour together: he has such a For half a hundred years. - Summon the town. confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gild- Mur. How far off lie these armies? ed butterfly; and when he caught it, he let it go Mess. Within this mile and half. again; and afrer it again; and over and over he Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larnm, and they comes, and up again; catched it again: or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set Now, Mars, I prythee, make us quick in work; his teeth, and tear it; 0, I warrant, how he mam- That we with smoking swords may march from mocked it!

hence, Vol. One of his father's moods.

To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast!
Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child.

They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some
Vir. A crack, madam.
Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have Tullus Aufidius, is he within

Senators, and Others.


walls? you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon.

1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less, than he; Vir. No, good madam; I will not out of doors.

That's lesser, than a little. Hark, our drums
Val. Not out of doors!

(llarums afar of
Vol. She shall, she shall.
Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience : I will not over Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,

Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls, the threshold, till my lord return from the wars.

Which yet seem shut, we have but pian'd with Val. Fye, you confine yourself most unreasonably.

rushes; Come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in. Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off;

(Other alaruns. with my prayers; but I cannot go thither. Vol. Why, I pray you?

There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes Vir: "Tis not to save labour, not that I want love. "Mar. o, they are at it! Val. You would be another Penelope : yet, theyLart. Their noise be our instruction! -Ladders, ko! say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did but sill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their cir

The Volces enter, and pass over the stage. cambric were sensible as your finger, that you might Now put your shields before your hearts

, and hight leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with hearts more proof than shields. Advance, with us.

brave Titus: l'ir. No, good madam, pardon me! indeed, I will

They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, not forth,

Which makes me sweat with wrath.-- Come on, my Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you ex

fellows! cellent news of your husband.

He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce,
Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet.

And he shall feel mine edge.
Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came
news from him last night.

Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting. Vir. Indeed, madam?

The Romans are beaten back to their trenches. Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak Re-enter Marcius. it. Thus it is: The Voices have an army forth; Mar. All the contagion of the south light on yon, against whom Cominius the general is gone, with You shames of Rome! you herd of one part of our Roman power: your lord, and Ti- plagues tus Lartius, are set down before their city Corioli; Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd they nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief Further than seen, and one ipfect another wars. This is true, on mine honour; and so, I pray, Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,

That bear the shapes of men, how llave you ran Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and bell! you in every thing hereafter.

All hurt belrind; backs red, and faces pale Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home, but disease our better mirth.

Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, Val. In troth, I think, she would. — Fare you well and make my wars on you: look to't. Come on: then! - Come, good sweet lady !-- Pr'ythee, Vir- If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, gilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go along As they us to our trenches followed.

Another alarum. The Volces and Romans re-enter, Vir. No: at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. and the fight is renewed. The Volces retire into I wish you much mirth.

Corioli, and Marcius follows them to the gates. Val. Well, then farewell!

(Exeunt. So, now the gates are ope. ---Now prove good se

conds : SCENE ÍÝ. - Before Corioli.

'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Enter, with drum and colours, Marcios, Titus Not for the flyers: mark me, and do the like. Lartius, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a Messenger.

(He enters the gates, and is shut is. Mur. Yonder comes news: * a wager, they have 2 Sol. Nor I,

1 Sol. Fool-hardiness; not I.
Lart. My horse to yours, no.
Mar. 'Tis done.

Have shut him in.

All. To the pot, I warrant him.

Boils and

go with us!

with us.


8 Sol. See, they

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