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Enter MENENIUS, SICINIUS, and Brutus.
MEN. The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.
BRU. Good or bad ?
Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius.
Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
MEN. Ay, to devour him ; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius.
BRU. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.
MEN. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men : tell me one thing that I shall ask you.
Both Tri. Well, sir.
MEN. In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you two have not in abundance?
Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all. Sic. Especially in pride.
Bru. And topping all others in boasting.
MEN. This is strange now: do you two know how you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the right-hand file? do you?
Both. Why, how are we censured ? MEN. Because you talk of pride now,—will you not be angry?
Both. Well, well, sir, well ?
MEN. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience : give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at your pleasures ; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud ?
BRU. We do it not alone, sir.
Men. I know you can do very little alone, for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk of pride: 0, that you could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves! O, that you could !
BRU. What then, sir?
MEN. Why, then you should discover a brace it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, your beards deserve not so honourable a grave as (alias fools) as any in Rome.
to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, too.
Marcius is proud ; who, in a cheap estimation, is MEN. I am known to be a humorous patrician, / worth all your predecessors since Deucalion ; and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a though, peradventure, some of the best of 'em drop of allaying Tiber in't; said to be something were hereditary hangmen. God-den to your imperfect in favouring the first complaint ; hasty worships ; more of your conversation would infect and tinder-like upon too trivial motion ;* one that my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly pleconverses more with the buttock of the night than beians; I will be bold to take my leave of you.with the forehead of the morning. What I
[Brutus and SICINIUS retire. think I utter, and spend my malice in my breath. Meeting two such weal's-men as you are, (I cannot call you Lycurguses) if the drink you give me Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA, touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face
attended. at it. I cannot * say your worships have delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in compound | How now, my as fair as noble ladies, and the with the major part of your syllables : and though moon, were she earthly, no nobler,—whither do I must be content to bear with those that say you you follow your eyes so fast ? are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius tell you have good faces. If you see this in the approaches ;—for the love of Juno, let's go. map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known Men. Ha! Marcius coming home? well enough too? What harm can your bisson Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be prosperous approbation. known well enough too ?
MEN. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well thee !-Hoo! Marcius coming home ! enough. Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor
VIR.) Nay, 't is true. any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' Vol. Look, here's a letter from him : the caps and legs : you wear out a good wholesome state hath another, bis wife another ; and I think forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange there's one at home for you. wife and a fosset-seller ; and then rejourn the Men. I will make my very house reel tocontroversy of three-pence to a second day of night:—a letter for me? audience. When you are hearing a matter be- Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I tween party and party, if you chance to be pinched saw it. with the colic, you make faces like mummers ; MEN. A letter for me! it gives me an estate set up the bloody flag against all patience ; and, in of seven years' health ; in which time I will make roaring for a chamberpot, dismiss the controversy a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prebleeding, the more entangled by your hearing: scription in Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this all the peace you make in their cause is, calling preservative, of no better report than a horseboth the parties knaves. You are a pair of strange drench.—Is he not wounded ? he was wont to ones.
come home wounded. Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to VIR. O, no, no, no! be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary Vol. O, he is wounded,-I thank the gods bencher in the Capitol.
for't. MEN. Our very priests must become mockers, Men. So do I too, if it be not too much :if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as | brings 'a victory in his pocket?—the wounds you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, become him.
(*) Old text, can, corrected by Theobald.
* I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot moine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in favouring the first complaint; hasty and finder like upon too tricial motion :1 The pose in this passage is the expression, the first complaint." What is "the first complaint"? At one time we conceived the sprightly, warm-hearted old senator, among his other failings, " cried out of women," and referred to what Ben Jonson as obscurely terms "the primitive work of darknesy" ("The Devil is an Ass," Act II. Sc. 2); but
what militates against this supposition, and the wonderfully acute
Vol. On's brows, Menenius, he comes the | In honour follows, Coriolanus :-* third time home with the oaken garland.
| Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
[Flourish. VoL. Titus Lartius writes,—they fought to All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! gether, but Aufidius got off.
Cor. No more of this, it does offend my MEN. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant
heart; him that: an he had stayed by him, I would not Pray now, no more. have been so 'fidiused for all the chests in Corioli,
Look, sir, your mother! and the gold that's in them. Is the senate pos
CoR. sessed of this?
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods Vol. Good ladies, let's go.-Yes, yes, yes ; | For my prosperity!
Kneels. the senate has letters from the general, wherein hc Vol. . Nay, my good soldier, up; gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. By deed-achieving honour newly pam'd,
Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke | What is it ?—Coriolanus must I call thee? of him.
But O, thy wife ! MEN. Wondrous ! ay, I warrant you, and not Cor.
My gracious silence, hail ! without his true purchasing.
Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd VIR. The gods grant them true!
home, Vol. True! pow, wow.
That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah, my dear, MEN. True! I'll be sworn they are true.- Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, Where is he wounded ?-To the Tribunes.] God And mothers that lack sons. save your good worships! Marcius is coming MEN.
Now, the gods crown thee ! home: he has more cause to be proud.—Where is Cor. And live you yet?-0 my sweet lady, he wounded ?
[T. VALERIA. Vol. I' the shoulder and i' the left arm : there Vol. I know not where to turn :-0, welcome will be large cicatrices to show the people, when
home ;he shall stand for his place. He received in the And welcome, general ;—and ye're welcome all. repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i’ the body.
MEN. A hundred thousand welcomes :- I could Men. One i’ the neck, and two i’ the thigh,
weep, there's nine that I know.
And I could laugh; I am light and heavy :Vol. He had, before this last expedition,
welcome : twenty-five wounds upon him.
A curse begin at very root on's heart, MEN. Now it's twenty-seven : every gash was That is not glad to see thee !-You are three, an enemy's grave. [1 shout and flourish.] Hark! | That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of the trumpets.
[will not Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius : berore | We have some old crab-trees here at home, that him
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors: He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears: | We call a nettle but a nettle; and Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; The faults of fools, but folly. Which, being advancd, declines; and then men Сом.
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Your hand, and yours:
[To ViRG. and VOLUM. A Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS and Ere in our own house I do shade my head, Titus LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS,
The good patricians must be visited; crowned with an oaken garland ; with Cap- | From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings, tains, Soldiers, and a Herald.
But with them changea of honours.
I have liv'd HER. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did | To see inherited my very wishes, fight
And the buildings of my fancy: Within Corioli' gates ; where he hath won, Only there's one thing wanting, which I doubt not, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius ; * these But our Rome will cast upon thee.
(*) old text, Martius Caius. - change of honours.] Change of honours, in the sense of
(*) Old text, Martius Caius Coriolanus. additional honours, may be right, though we incline to Theobald's substitution, “charge of honours.'
Clambering the walls to eye him : stalls, bulks, | Of no more soul nor fitness for the world, windows,
Than camels in their war; who have their provand Are smother'd up, leads fill’d, and ridges hors’d Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows With variable complexions; all agreeing
For sinking under them. In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens
This, as you say, suggested Do press among the popular throngs, and puff At some time when his soaring insolence To win a vulgar station : our veil'd dames
Shall reach the people, (which time shall not Commit the war of white and damask, in
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.
On the sudden,
Enter a Messenger. Bru.
Then our office may, During his power, go sleep.
What's the matter? Sic. He cannot temperately transport his Mess. You are sent for to the Capitol. honours
'Tis thought that Marcius shall be consul : From where he should begin and end; but will I have seen the dumb men throng to see him, Lose those he hath won.
And the blind to hear him speak: matrons flung BRU. In that there's comfort.
Doubt not Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchief, The commoners, for whom we stand, but they,
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended, Upon their ancient malice, will forget,
As to Jove's statue ; and the commons made With the least cause, these his new honours; A shower and thunder, with their caps and shouts: Which that he'll give them, make I as little
I never saw the like. question
Let's to the Capitol ; As he is proud to do't.
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time, BRU. I heard him swear,
But hearts for the event. Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Have with you. [Exeunt. Appear i' the market-place, nor on him put The napless * vesture of humility; Nor, showing (as the manner is) his wounds To the people, beg their stinking breaths. Sic.
SCENE II.—The same. The Capitol. Bru. It was his word: 0, he would miss it, rather
Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.
1 OFF. Come, come, they are almost here. Sic.
I wish no better, How many stand for consulships ? Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it 2 OFF. Three, they say: but 't is thought of In execution.
every one, Coriolanus will carry it. Bru. T is most like, he will.
1 OFF. That's a brave fellow; but he's Sic. It shall be to him, then, as our good wills, vengeance proud, and loves not the common A sure destruction.
people. Bru. So it must fall out
2 OFF. Faith, there have been many great To him or our authorities. For an end,
men that have flattered the people, who ne'er We must suggest the people in what hatred
loved them; and there be many that they have He still hath held them; that to's power he loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they would
| love they know not why, they hate upon no Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, better a ground: therefore, for Coriolanus neither And dispropertied their freedoms : holding them, to care whether they love or hate him, manifests In human action and capacity,
the true knowledge he has in their disposition ;
(*) old text, Naples.
c Shall reach the people,-) In the old text, “ teach the People." The correction is Theobald's. Mr. Knight suggested, "Shall touch the people," which is equally probable and good.
a-- seld-shown flamens-] Priests seldom visible.