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There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
SCENE VI.- Near the Camp of Cominius. Piercing our Romans : then, valiant Titus, take Convenient numbers to make good the city; Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will
Enter COMINIUS and Forces, retreating. haste To help Cominius.
Com. Breathe you, my friends : well fought; LART. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
we are come off Thy exercise hath been too violent for
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
struck, The blood I drop is rather physical
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
The charges of our friends.—Ye* Roman gods, I will appear, and fight.
Lead their successes as we wish our own, LART. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
That both our powers, with smiling fronts Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
encountering, Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman,
May give you thankful sacrifice !-
Enter a Messenger.
Thy news? [Exit Marcius.
Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issu’d, Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Call thither all the officers o' the town,
2- Ye Roman gods,-] “The word 'you' in the last line,"
Mr. Dyce remarks," shows that the Roman gods' of the old Where they shall know our mind: away! [Exeunt. text, is wrong."
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the I saw our party to their trenches driven,
field? And then I came away.
If not, why cease you till you are so ? Com.
Though thou speak’st truth, Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fought, Methinks thou speak’st not well. How long is 't | And did retire to win our purpose. since ?
MAR. How lies their battle? Know you on MESS. Above an hour, my lord.
which side Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their They have plac'd their men of trust ? drums:
As I guess, Marcius, How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour, Their bands i’ the vaward are the Antiates * And bring thy news so late ?
Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, MESS.
Spies of the Volsces Their very heart of hope. Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
I do beseech you, Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, By all the battles wherein we have fought, Half an hour since brought my report.
By the blood we have shed together, by the Com.
vows That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods ! We have made to endure friends, that you He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
directly Before-time seen him thus.
Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates : MAR. [without.] Come I too late ? And that you not delay the present; but, Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a Filling the air with swords advanc'd and darts, tabor,
We prove this very hour. More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
Though I could wish From every meaner man.
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
Deny your asking; take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.
Those are they Mar.
Come I too late ? That most are willing.-If any such be here, Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of (As it were sin to doubt) that love this painting others,
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear But mantled in your own.
Lesser of his person than an ill report; MAR.
0! let me clip ye If any think brave death outweighs bad life, In arms as sound as when I wood; in heart And that his country's dearer than himself; As merry as when our nuptial day was done, Let him alone, or so many so minded, And tapers burn'd to bedward !
Wave thus, [Waving his sword.] to express his Com. Flower of warriors,
disposition, How is 't with Titus Lartius ?
And follow Marcius. Mar. As with a man busied about decrees :
[They all shout, and wave their swords ; Condemning some to death, and some to exile ;
take him up in their arms, and cast up Ransoming him or pitying, threat'ning the other ;
their caps. Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
O me, alone! make you a sword of 'me! Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, If these shows be not outward, which of you To let him slip at will.
But is four Volsces ? none of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius Which told me they had beat you to your A shield as hard as his. A certain number, trenches ?
Though thanks to all, must I select from all; Where is he? Call him hither.
The rest shall bear the business in some other MAR.
Let him alone;
fight, He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen, As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march ; The common file, (a plague !—Tribunes for And four shall quickly draw out my command, them !)
Which men are best inclin'd. The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did
March on, my fellows budge
Make good this ostentation, and you shall From rascals worse than they.
Divide in all with us.
But how prevail'd you ? Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not think.
(*) Old text, Antients.
(t) Old text, Lessen
SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. | Thou’lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Tirus LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli,
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles ;
Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, going with drum and trumpet toward
['the end, admire ; where ladies shall be frighted, COMINIUS and Caius MARCIUS, enters with a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, and a
And, gladly quak’d, hear more; where the dull
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, LART. So, let the ports be guarded : keep your Shall say, against their hearts,- We thank the duties,
Having fully din'd before.
Fear not our care, sir.
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother, Alarum. Enter from opprsite sides MARCIUS
Who has a charter to extol her blood, and AUFIDIUS.
When she does praise me, grieves me. I have
done MAR. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do
As you have done,—that's what I can ; induc'd hate thee
As you have been,—that's for my country: Worse than a promise-breaker.
He that has but effected his good will, AUF.
We hate alike;
Hath overta'en mine act. Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
You shall not be More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
The grave of your deserving; Rome must know MAR. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
The value of her own : 't were a concealment And the gods doom him after!
Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, AUF.
If I fly, Marcius,
To hide your doings; and to silence that, Holla me like a hare.
Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, MAR. Within these three hours, Tullus,
Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, [blood
you, And made what work I pleas'd: 't is not my
(In sign of what you are, not to reward Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
What you have done,) before our army hear me. Wrench up thy power to the highest.
MAR. I have some wounds upon me, and they AUF. Wert thou the Hector,
smart That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, To hear themselves remember’d. Thou shouldst not scape me here.
Should they not, [They fight, and certain Volsces come to the Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, aid of AUFIDIUS.
And tent themselves with death. Of all the Officious, and not valiant,—you have sham’d me
horses, In your condemned seconds.
(Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store) [Exeunt fighting, driven out by Marcius.
The treasure in this field achiev'd and city,
We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution,
At your only choice.
I thank you, general; at the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in
But cannot make my heart consent to take a scarf, and other Romans.
A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it; Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's | And stand upon my common part with those work,
That have beheld the doing.
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy.)
better read, -"More than thy fame I hate and envy." So ir Plu-
[A long flourish. They all cry " Marcius! | Refus’d most princely gifts, am bound to beg
Marcius!” cast up their caps and lances : Of my lord general.
Com. Take it: 't is yours. What is't? MAR. May these same instruments, which you Cor. I sometime lay here in Corioli profane,
[shall | At a poor man's house ; he us'd me kindly : Never sound more! when drums and trumpets | He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; l' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be But then Aufidius was within my view, Made all of false-fac'd soothing!
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity : I request you When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk, To give my poor host freedom. Let him be made an overture for the wars ! *
O, well begg'd! No more, I say! For that have not wash'd Were he the butcher of my son, he should My nose that bled, or foild some debile wretch, Be free as is the wind.-Deliver him, Titus. Which, without note, here's many else have I Lart. Marcius, his name? done,
By Jupiter! forgot :You shout * me forth in acclamations hyperbolical ; I am weary ; yea, my memory is tir’d.As if I lov'd my little should be dieted
Ilave we no wine here? In praises sauc'd with lies.
Go we to our tent : Com.
Too modest are you ; The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time More cruel to your good report, than grateful It should be look'd to: come.
[Exeunt. To us that give you truly: by your patience, If 'gainst yourself you be incens’d, we'll put you (Like one that means his properb harm) in manacles,
[known, Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
SCENE X.-The Camp of the Volsces.
bloody, with two or three Soldiers.
1 Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good conThe addition nobly ever!
dition. Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums.
AUF. Condition ! All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! +
I would I were a Roman ; for I cannot, Cor. I will go wash ;
Being a Volsce, be that I am.-Condition ! And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
| What good condition can a treaty find Whether I blush, or no: howbeit I thank you :- | l' the part that is at mercy ?-Five times, Marcius. I mean to stride your steed; and at all times,
I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat To undercrest your good addition
me; To the fairness of my power.
And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter Com.
So, to our tent;
| As often as we eat.-By the elements, Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, To Rome of our success.—You, Titus Lartius,
He's mine, or I am his! Mine emulation Must to Corioli back : send us to Rome
Hath not that honour in't it had; for where The best, with whom we may articulate,
I thought to crush him in an equal force, For their own good and ours.
(Truc sword to sword) I'll potch at him some way, LART.
I shall, my lord.
Or wrath or craft may get him. Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now | 1 Sor.
He's the devil,
and Mr. Collier's annotator,
“Let it be made a coverlure for the wars. If an alteration be absolutely needed, that of a coverture" for "an overture," understanding him" to be used for the neuter it, is the least objectionable, but we are strongly disposed to think that "overture," if not a misprint for oration, is employed here in the same sense, and that the meaning is,-When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made, i. e, let there be made for him, a triumph, as for a successful warrior.
b--his proper harm)- His peculiar or personal harm.
c The best, with whom wanay articulate,- The chief personages of Corioli, with whom we may enter into articles
“Let this (that is, silk) be made a coverture for the wars ;"
AUF. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's Against the hospitable canon, would I poison'd,
Wash my fierce hand in's heart !-Go you to the With only suffering stain by him ; for him
city ; Shall fly out of itself. Nor sleep nor sanctuary, Learn how 't is held ; and what they are that must Being naked, sick. Nor fane nor Capitol, | Be hostages for Rome. The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
Will not you go? Embarquements a all of fury, shall lift up
AUF. I am attended at the cypress grove: I Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
pray you, My hate to Marcius! Where I find him, were it ('Tis south the city mills) bring me word thither At home, upon my brother's guard, even there How the world goes, that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey.
I shall, sir. (Exeunt.
a Embarquements-] That is, embargoes, or impediments.
b At home, upon my brother's guard,-) At my own house, under the protection of my brother.