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I wish you mnch mirt':.
'Tis for the followers fortune wideas them, Val. Well, then farewell.
(Exeunt. Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
[He enters the gates, and is shut in. SCENE IV.-Before Corioli. Enter with drum and
1 Sol. Fool-bardiness; not I. caloura, Marcius, Titus Larlius, Officers, and Sobo 2 Sol.
Nor I. diers. To them a Messenger.
See, they Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager, they have met. Have shut him in.
[Alarum continuar. Lart. My horse to yours, no.
To the pot, I warrant him. Mar. 'Tis done.
Enter Titus Lartius. Lart.
Lart. What is become of Marcius ?
Slain, sir, doubtless.
1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Nar.
I'll buy him of you.
With them he enters : who, upon the sudden,
To answer all the city.
O noble fellow!
Who, sensible, ontdares his senseless sword,
And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Marcius! Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce art terrible
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, They sound a parley. Enter on the walls, some Sera Thou mad'st thine enemies sbake, as if the world tors, and others.
Were feverous, and did tremble. -Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
Re-enter Marcius bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums
1 Sol. Look, sir. [ Alarums afar off
Lart. 'Tis Marcius : Are bringing forth our youth: We'll break our walis,
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,
[They fight, and all enter the city. Which yt seem snut we have but pinnal with rushes;
SCENE V.-Within the Town, A Street. They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far oft';
Enter [Other alarums,
certain Romans, with spoils. There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
i Rom. This will I carry to Rome. Amongst your cloven arıny:
2 Rom. And I this. Mar. O, they are at it!
3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladders, ho !
[Alarum continues still afar off. The Volccs enter and pass over the stage. Enter Marcius, and Titus Lartius, with a trumpet. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their hours Now
put your shields before your hearts, and fight At a crack'd drachm ! Cushions, leaden spoons, With hearts more proof than shields.- Advance, brave Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Titus:
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, They do dis', in us much beyond our thoughts, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-Down with Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come on, my
And hark, what noise the general makes !-To him ; He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce,
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, And he shall feel mine edge.
Piercing our Romans : Then, valiant Titus, take Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces fighting. The
Convenient numbers to make good the city; Romans are beaten back to their Trenches. Re-enter Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste Marcius.
To help Cominius. Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you,
Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; You shames of Rome! you herd of-Boils and plagues
Thy exercise hath been too violent for Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd
A second course of fight. Further than seen, and one infect another
Sir. prnise me not: Against the wind a mile ! You souls of geese,
My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well. That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
The blood I drop is rather physical Frum slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and hell!
Than dangerous to me: All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
To Aufidius thus I will appear, and fight. With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home,
Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on ;
Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
Prosperity be thy page! As they us to our titiches follow'd,
Thy friend no less
Than those she placath highest! So, farewell. Another Alarum. The Volces and Romans re-enter, Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius! [Exit Mar. and the fight is renewed. The Volres retire into Cu- -Go. sound thy trumpet in the market-place; rioli, ang Marcius follows them to the gates. Call thither all the officers of the town, So, now the gates are ope :-Now prove good seconds : Where they shall know our mind: Away. (Exeuna
SCENE VI.-- Near the Comp of Cominius. Enter
As I guess, Martius, Cominius and Forces, retreating.
Their bands i'the vaward are the Antiates, Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought. We
Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius, are come off
Their very heart of hope. Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
I do beseech you, Nor cowardly in retire: Believe me, sirs,
By all the battles wherein we have fought, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck,
By the blood we have shed together, by the vows By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard
We have made to endure friends, that you directly The charges of our friends :- The Roman gods,
Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates : Lead their successes as we wish our own;
And that you not delay the present; but, That both our pow'rs, with smiling fronts encounter
Filling the air with swords advancd, and darts, ing,
We prove this very hour.
Tlrough I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath, May give you thankful sacrifice !- Thy news!
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Mes. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
Deny your asking ; take your choice of those . And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
That best can aid your action. I saw our party to their trenches driven,
Those are they And then I came away.
That most are willing :-If any such be here Com.
Though thou speak'st truth, Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long ist since : || (As it were sin to doubt) that love this painting
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear Mes. Above an hour, my lord.
Lesser his person than an ill report; Com. 'Tis not a mile: Briefly, we beard their drums:
If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour,
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him, alone, or so many, so minded,
Wave thus, [Waving his hand.] to express his dispersio Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
tion, Three or four miles about ; else had I, sir,
And follow Marcius. Half an hour since brought my report.
[They all shout, and wave their stords; takes Enter Marcius.
up in their arms, and cost up their content Com. Who's yonder,
O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods!
If these shows be not outward, which of you He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
But is four Volces ? None of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
As cause will be obeyd. Please you to march; Mar. Come I too late?
And four shali quickly draw out my command, Com. Ay, if you come not in the blond of others, Which men are best inclin'd. But mantled in your own.
March on, my fellows; Mar. Oh! let me clip you
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.
SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. Titus Lartie
having set a Guard upon Corioli, going withe Drea How is't with Titus Lartius?
and Trumpet toward Cominius and Caios Marriot, Mar. As with a man busied about decrees :
enters with a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, cada
Scout. Condemning some to death, and some to exile; Ransoming him, or pitying; threatening the other; Lart. So, let the ports be guanled: Keep your dates, Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
As I have set them down. If I do send, despatele Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve To let him slip at will.
For a short holding: If we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.
Fear rfot our care, sit. Where is he? Call him hither,
Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon usMar.
Let him alone; Our guider, come ; to the Roman camp conduct the He did inform the tiuth: But for our gentlemen, The common file, (A plague!-tribunes for them!) The mouse ne'er shunnd the cat, as tly did budge
SCENE VIII.- A Field of Battle between the Ressen From rascals worse than they.
and the Volcian Camps. Alarum. Enter March Com. But how prevail'd you?
and Aufidius. Mnr. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think- Mar. I'll fight with none but thee ; for I do hate the Where is the enemy? Are you lords of the field ? Worse than a promise-breaker. If not, why cease you till you are so ?
We hate alike; Com. Marcins, we have at disadvantage fought, Not Afrie owns a serpent, I abhor And did retire to win our purpose.
More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot. Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which Mar. Let the first budger die the other's day side
And the gods doom him after! They have piac'd their men of trust ?
If I fly, Marius
Halloo me like a hare.
Mar. May these same instruments, which you pro Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
fane, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall And made what work I pleas'd : 'Tis not my blood,
I'the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Wherein thou seest me mask'd ; for thy revenge,
Made all of false-lac'd soothing ! When steel grows Wrench up thy power to the highest."
Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Auf
Wert thou the Hector,
An overture for the wars !-No more, I say ; That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, Thou should'st not seape me here.
Or foild some debile wretch, -which, without notes (They fight, and certain Volces come to the aid
Here's many else have done,-you shout me forth of Aufidius.
In acclamations hyperbolical; Omeious, and not valiant-you have shan'd me
As if I lov'd, my little should be dieted
In praises sauc'd with lies. In your condemned seconds.
Too modest are you ; [Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius.
More cruel to your good report, than grateful SCENE IX.-The Roman Camp. Alarum. A re
To us that give you truly : by your patience, treat is sounded. Flourish. Enter at one side, Co
If ’gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you minius, and Romans; at the other side, Marcins,
(Like one that means his proper harm.) in manacles, with his arm in a scarf, and other Romans. Then reason safely with you.- Therefore, be it known,
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Wears this war's garland: in token of the which
With all the applause and clamour of the bost,
Bear the addition nobly ever! That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
(Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. Shall say, against their hearts -We thank the gods, AU. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Our Reme hath such a soldier !
Cor. I will go wash; Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
And when my face is fair, you shall porceive
Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank you.-
To undercrest your good addition, .
To the fairness of my power.
So, to our tent:
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success.- You, Titus Lartius, When she does praise me, grieves me.
Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome I bave done as you have done ; that's what I can :
The best, with whom we may articulate, Irdue'd, as you have been ; that's for my country:
For their own goud, and ours.
Lart. He, that has but effected his good will,
I shall, my lord,
Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now
Refus'd most princely gifts, amn bound to beg
of my lord general.
Com. The value of her own : 'were a concealment
Take it: 'tis yours.-What is't ? Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, To hide your doings; and to silence that,
At a poor man's house; he usd me kindlyi Which to the spire and top of praises vouchd,
He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; Would seem but modest : Therefore, I beseech you,
But then Aufidius was within my view, (In sign of what you are, not to reward
And wiath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you What you have done,) before our army hear me.
To give my poor host freedom.
Com. Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
0, well begg!! To hear themselves remember'd.
Were be the butcher of my son, he should
Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
Lart. Marcius, his name? And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses
By Jupiter, forgot :(Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store,) of all
I am weary; yea, my memory is tird.The treasure, in this tield achiev'd, and city,
Have we no wine here? We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth,
Go we to our tent: Before the common distribution, at
The blood upon your visage dries : 'tis time Your only choice.
It should be look'd to: come.
I thank you, general; But eannot make my heart consent to take
SCENE X.-The Camp of the Volcs. A Flourish. A bribe to pay my sword : I do refuse it;
Cornets. Eater Tullus Autidius, bloody, with two And stand upon my common part with those
or thrce Sollicts. That have beheld the doing.
The town is ta'en! (A long flourish. They all cry, Marcius! Marcius! 1 Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. cast up their caps and lances : Cominius and Lar- Auf. Condition tius stand bare.
I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volce, be that I am.-Condition !
at your pleasures; at the least, if you take it as a pkt What good condition can a treaty find
sure to you, in being so. You blame Marcius for be l' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, ing proud ? I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me; Bru. We do it not alone, sir. And would'st do so, I think, should we encounter Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for your As often as we eat.-By the elements,
helps are many; or else your actions would grow If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
wondrous single : your abilities are too infant-likt, for He is mine, or I am his. Mine emulation
doing inuch alone. You talk of pride: 0, that you Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where
could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necki, I thought w crush him in an equal force,
and make but an interior survey of your good selves! (True sword to sword.) I'll potch at lim some way; O, that you could! Or wrath, or craft, may get him.
Bru. What then, sir? 1 Sol.
He's the devil.
Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of 11Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My valour's | meriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias, fools) poison'd,
as any in Rome. With only suffering stain by him ; for him
Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Men. I am known to be a humorous patrieian, and Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor capitol,
one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a dmp of alThe prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, laying Tyber in't; said to be something imperfect, in Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
favouring the first complaint: hasty, and tinderlike, Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
upon too trivial motion: one that converses more with My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it the buttock of the night. than with the forehead of the At home, upon my brother's guard, even there morning. What I think, I utter; and spend my wal. Against the hospitable canon, would I
ice in my breath : Metting two such weals-tien as you Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Goyau to the city; are, (I camot call you Lycurguses) of the drink you Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must
gave me, touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked Be hostages for Rome.
face at it. I cannot say your worships have delivind 1 Sol. Will not you go?
the matter well, when I find the ass i.. compound with Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove ;
the major part of your syilable's : and though I must Ip pray you,
be content to bear with those that say you are en ("T'is south the city mills.) bring me word thither
eind grave inen; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you How the world goes; that to the pace of it
have good facu's. If you see this in the map of my I may spur on my journey.
microcosm, follows it, that I am known well enough 1 Sol. I shall, sir. [Eacunt. too? What harm can your bisson consp-eiwities glean
out of this character, il' I be known well enough to!
Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough ACT II.
Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any
thing. You arc ambitious for poor knaves' exps and SCENE I.-Rome. A public place. Enter Meneni- lugs; you wear out a good wholesome forencon, in us, Sicinius, and Brutus,
hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fossein Menenius.
seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three pente T'HE augurer tells me, we shall have news to-night. to a second day of audience.-When you are hearinga Bru. Good, or bad?
matter between party and party, if you clance to be Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for pipelied with the colic, you make faces like muminers; they love not Marcius.
set up the bloody Rag against all patience; and, in Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love?
bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: all the Sic. Th Alamb.
peace you make in their cause, is, calling both the Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians parties knaves : You are a pair of strange anes. would the noble Marcius.
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bencher Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamh.
in the capitol. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they
shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. Both Trib. Well, sir.
When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you the wagging of your beards ; and your beards deserve two have not in abundance ?
not so honourable a grave, as to stuit'a botcher's etish Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all. jon, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet jou Sic. Especially, in pride.
niust be saying, Marciás is proud; who, in a cheap e Bru. And topping all others in boasting.
timation, is worth all your predecessors, since Delck Men. This is strange now: Do you two know how lion; though, peradventure, some of the last of theta you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o'the were hereditary hangmen. Good e’en to your wu? right-hand file? Do you?
ships; more of your conversation would infeet my Both Trib. Why, how are we censurd ?
briun, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians; I Men. Because you talk of pride now,- Will
will be boled to take my leave of you. be angry?
(Brutus and Sicinius retire to the back of the stead Both Trib. Well, well, sir, will.
Enter Volunnia Virgilia, and Valeria, a Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little How now, my as fair as poble ladies, (and the mocio, thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of pro were she earthly, no nobler,) whilber do you uicnce: give your disposition the reins, and be angry your eyes so fast?
Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Mareius ap- In honour follows, Coriolanus:proaches: for the love of Juno, let's go.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! (Flourisli. Men. Ha! Mareius coming home?
All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Ve!. Ay, worthy Menenius ; and with most prosper Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; ous approbation.
Pray now, no more. Men. Take my cap, Japiter, and I thank thee:- Com.
Look, sir, your mother,Hoo! Marcius coming home!
0! Tro Ladies. Nay, 'us true.
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath For my prosperity.
[Kneella anotber, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at Vol.
Nay, my good soldier, up; bo ne for you.
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and Men. I will make my very house recl tonight:-A By deed-achieving honour newly namd, letter for me?
What is it? Coriolanus must I call thee!
My gracious silence, hail! en years' health; in which time I will make a lip at Wouldst thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd home, the physician: the most sovereign prescription in Ga- That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah, my dear, len is but empiricutic, and to this preservative, of no Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, better report than a horse-drench. Is he not wound- And mothers that lack sons. ed? he was wont to come home wounded.
Now the gods crown thee! Vir. O, no, no, no.
Cor. And live you yet?-O my sweet lady, pardon. Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't.
(10 Valeria. Men. So do I too, if it be not too much :-Brings ’a Vol. I know not where to turn :- welcome home; vietory in his pocket ?- The wounds become him. And welcome, general ;-And you are welcome all.
Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, home with the oaken garland.
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Welcome: Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? A curse begin at very root of his heart,
Vol. Titus Lartius writes,-they fought together, || That is not glad to see thee!-You are three, but Aufidius got off.
That Rome should dote on : yet, by the faith of men, Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him we have some old crab-trees here at home, that will not that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors : so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold We call a nettle, but a nettle; and that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this? The faults of fools, but folly. Vel. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the senate Com.
Ever right. has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son Cor. Menenius, ever, ever. the whole name of the war: he hath in this action out
ller. Give way there, and go on. done his former deeds doubly.
Your hand, and yours • Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
[To his wife and Mother. Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not withio Ere in our own house I do slade my head, out his true purchasing.
The good patricians must be visited ; Vir. The gods grant them true!
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings, Vol. True ? pow, wow.
But with them change of honours. Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true:-Where is Vol.
I have lived he wounded ?-God save your good worships! (To the To see inherited my very wishes, Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is coming || And the buildings of my fancy: Oniy there home: he has more cause to be proud.- Where is he is one thing wanting, wbich I doubt not, but wounded?
Our Rome will cast upon thee. Vol. l'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: There will Cor.
Know, good mother. be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall I had rather be their servant in my way, stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Than sway with them in theirs. Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body.
On, to the capitol Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, there's [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state as before. nine that I know.
The Tribunes remain. Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights wounds upon him.
Are spectacled to see liim : Your prattling nurse Men. Now it's twenty-seven : every gash was an
Into a rapture lets her baby cry, enemy's grave: [A shout, and flourish.] Hark! the While she chats him : the kitchen malkin pins trumpets !
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him
Clamberii:g the walls toeye lim: stalls, l»ulks, windows, He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; Are smother'd up, leads fili'd, and ridges hors d Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm duch lie ; With variable complexions; all agreeing Which being advanc'd, declines; and then men die. In earrestness to see him: seld-shown flamens A Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter Cominius, and
Do press among the popular throngs, and putf
To win a vulgas station: our veil'd dames Titus Lartius ; between them, Coriolanus, crowned
Commit the war of white and damask, in with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, and
Their nicely gawded cheeks, to the wanton sport a Herald.
Of Phebus' burning kisses : such a pother, Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight As if that whatsoever goul, who leads him, Within Corioli' gates: where he hath won,
Were slily erept into his human pwers, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius ; these
And gave him graceful posture.