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And, by my body's action, teach my mind Of all the voices that we have procurd,
A most inberent baseness.

Set down by the poll?
At thy choice then :

I have ; 't is ready.
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour

Sic. Have you collected them by tribes ? Than thou of them. Come all to ruin ; let

I have. Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear

Sic. Assemble presently the people hither : Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death And when they hear me say, It shall be 80 With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list. ['the right and strength o' the commons, be it Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from

either me;

For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, But owe thy pride thyself.

If I say fine, cry Fine ;-if death, cry Death ; COR.

Pray, be content: Insisting on the old prerogative Mother, I am going to the market-place;

And power i' the truth o' the cause. Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, ÆD.

I shall inform them. Cog their hearts from them, and come home Bru. And when such time they have begun to

Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going: Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul ; Enforce the present execution
Or never trust to what my tongue can do

Of what we chance to sentence. l' the way of flattery further.


Very well. VOL.

Do your will. [Exit. Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this Com. Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm

hint, yourself

When we shall hap to give't them. To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd


Go about it. With accusations, as I hear, more strong

[Exit Ædile. Than are upon you yet.

Put him to choler straight: he hath been us'd Cor. The word is, mildly :-pray you, let us Ever to conquer, and to have his worth

Of contradiction : being once chaf’d he cannot Let them accuse me by invention, I

Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks Will answer in mine honour.

What's in his heart; and that is there which looks

Ay, but mildly. With us to break his neck. Cor. Well, mildly be it, then; mildly.

Sic. Well, here he comes. [Exeunt.

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SCENE III.-The same. The Forum.

Bru. In this point charge him home,—that he

Tyrannical power: if he evade us there,
Enforce him with his envy to the people ;
And that the spoil got on the Antiates
Was ne'er distributed.


tors, and Patricians. MEN.

Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece will bear the knave by the volume. The

honour'd gods
Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men ! plant love among's !
Throng * our large temples with the shows of

And not our streets with war!
1 SEN.

Amen, amen!
MEN. A noble wish.

Enter an Ædile.

What, will he come?
Æd. He's coming.

How accompanied ?
Æn. With old Menenius, and those senators
That always favour'd him.

Have you a catalogue

Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens.

Draw near, ye people.
Æd. List to your tribunes ; audience! peace, I


(*) Old text, Through, corrected by Theobald.

to have his worth

of contradiction ] So the old text. Rowe prints, "his word of,” &c. ; Capell, "his worth of," understanding 'worth to be a contraction of pennyworth;

and Mr. Collier's annotator reads, “his mouth of," &c. But we are by no means convinced that any change is required.



Con. First, hear me speak.
Both TRI.

Well, say.--Peace, ho! CoR. Shall I be charg'd no further than this

Must all determine here?

I do demand,
If you submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you ? .

I am content.
MEN. Lo, citizens, he says he is content.
The warlike service he has done, consider ; think
Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i’ the holy churchyard.

Scratches with briers, Scars to move laughter only.


Consider further,
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier : do not take
His rougher accents * for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather than envy you.

Well, well, no more.
Cor. What is the matter,
That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again?

Answer to us.
Cor. Say, then : 'tis true, I ought so. (take
Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to

(*) Old text, actions, corrected by Theobald.



From Rome all season'd office, and to wind

CITIZENS. It shall be so ! it shall be so ! let Yourself into a power tyrannical;

him away! For which you are a traitor to the people.

He's banish’d, and it shall be so ! Cor. How! traitor ?

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common MEN. Nay, temperately: your promise.

friends, Cor. The fires i the lowest hell fold in the Sic. He's sentenc'd; no more henring. people!


Let me speak . Call me their traitor !—Thou injurious tribune ! I have been consul, and can show for* Rome, Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in My country's good with a respect more tender, Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free

My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase, As I do pray the gods !

And treasure of my loins : then if I would Sic.

Mark you this, people ? Speak that, CITIZENS. To the rock! to the rock with him! *Sic. We know your drift: speak what?

Peace! Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is We need not put new matter to his charge:

banish'd, What you have seen him do, and heard him As enemy to the people and his country: speak,

It shall be so. Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,

CITIZENS. It shall be so ! it shall be so ! Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying COR. You common cry of curs ! whose breath Those whose great power must try him; even

I hate this,

As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize So criminal, and in such capital kind,

As the dead carcasses of unburied men Deserves the extremest death.

That do corrupt my air,- I banish you ; Bru. But since he hath serv'd well for Rome, And here remain with your uncertainty !

What do you prate of service ? Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! Bru. I talk of that, that know it.

Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, COR.


Fan you into despair! Have the power still Men. Is this the promise that you made your To banish your defenders ; till at length mother?

Your ignorance, (which finds not till it feels) Com. Know, I pray you,

Making buto reservation of yourselves,

I'll know no further : (Still your own foes) deliver you,
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, As most abated captives, to some nation
Vagabond exile, flaying, pent to linger

That won you without blows ! Despising,
But with a grain a day,—I would not buy

For you, the city, thus I turn my back : Their mercy at the price of one fair word;

There is a world elsewhere. Nor check my courage for what they can give,

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENETo have't with saying, Good morrow.

NIUS, Senators, and Patricians. Sic.

For that he has Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! (As much as in him lies) from time to time

CITIZENS. Our enemy is banishd! he is gone! Envieda against the people, seeking means

Hoo ! hoo! . To pluck away their power; has now at last

[Shouting, and throwing up their caps.
Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
That do distribute it; in the name o' the people, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite ;
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,

Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard
Even from this instant, banish him our city; Attend us through the city.
In peril of precipitation

CITIZENS. Come, come, let us see him out at From off the rock Tarpeian, never more

gates ; come :To enter our Rome gates. I' the people's name, The gods preserve our noble tribunes !-come. I say it shall be so.




(*) Old text, from, corrected by Theobald.

a Envied against the people,-) That is, Steevens explains, 44 behaved with signs of hatred to the people," but "envied " here is perhaps only a misprint of Inveighed; so in North's Plutarch, (Life of Solon):"But Solon going up into the pulpit for orations, stoutly inveyed against it."

b - cry of curs !) Cry here means pack.
c Making but reservation of yourselves,-) This, since Capell's

edition, has been invariably printed, "Making not reservation,'
&c., to the complete destruction of the sense, which manifestly is,
-Banish all your defenders as you do me, till, at last, your igno-
rance, having reserved only your impotent selves, always your own
foes, deliver you the humbled captives to some nation, &c. &c.

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To say extremitya was the trier of spirits ;Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, ME- | That common chances common men could NESTUB, COMINIUS, and several young Patri

bear; cians,

That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike

Show'd mastership in floating ;—Fortune's blows, Cor. Come, leave your tears ; a brief farewell : When most struck home, being gentle wounded, -the Beast

craves With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother,

à To say extremity was-) So the second folio; the first has,Where is your ancient courage ? you were us’d | Extreamities was," &c.


A noble cunning ; —you were us'd to load me Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. With precepts, that would make invincible

While I remain above the ground, you shall The heart that conn’d them.

Hear from me still; and never of me aught VIR. O heavens! O heavens !

But what is like me formerly.
Nay, I pr’ythee, woman,-


That's worthily Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in As any ear can hear.—Come, let's not weep

If I could shake off but one seven years And occupations perish!

From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, COR.

What, what, what! I'd with thee every foot! I shall be lov'd when I am lack’d. Nay, mother,


Give me thy hand :Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,


[Exeunt If you had been the wife of Hercules, Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd Your husband so much sweat.—Cominius,

SCENE II.-The same. A Street near the Droop not; adieu.—Farewell, my wife !-my

Gate. mother! I'll do well yet.—Thou old and true Menenius,

Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an Ædile. Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, And venomous to thine eyes.—My sometime Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll general,

no further.I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided Heart-hard’ning spectacles ; tell these sad women, In his behalf. 'Tis fond" to wail inevitable strokes,

Bru. Now we have shown our power, As 'tis to laugh at 'em.---My mother, you wot well Let us seem humbler after it is done, My hazards still have been your solace : and

Than when it was a-doing. Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone,


Bid them home: Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen

Say their great enemy is gone, and they Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen) your Stand in their ancient strength. son


Dismiss them home.Will or exceed the common, or be caught

[Exit Ædile. With cautelous baits and practice.

Here comes his mother.
My first son,

Let's not meet her. Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius


Why? With thee a while: determine on some course, Sic. They say she's mad. More than a wild exposture to each chance


They have ta’en note of us : That starts i' the way before thee.

Keep on your way. COR.

O, the gods ! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee

Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS. Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth

Vol. O, ye’re well met : the hoarded plague o A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send

the gods O’er the vast world to seek a single man,

Requite your love ! And lose advantage which doth ever cool


Peace, peace; be not so loud. l' the absence of the needer.

Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should COR. Fare ye well :

hear,Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full Nay, and you shall hear some.—Will you be Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one

To BRUTUS. That's yet unbruis'd : bring me but out at gate. - Vir. You shall stay too : [To Sicin.] I would Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and

I had the power My friends of noble touch; when I am forth,

To say so to my husband.


gone ?

Fortune's blows,
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves

A noble cunning;-)
Every endeavour to elicit sense from this perplexing sentence
has failed: Pope's "being gently warded, craves, &c.; Hanmer's
" being greatly warded, crave," &c.; and Mr. Collier's "being
gentle-minded, craves," &c., are alike disputable. At one time
it struck us that the right lection was possibly,

" — Fortune bous When most struck home; being gentle, wounded, craves." &c.

But we are now persuaded the sentiment intended is akin to that of two lines by Taylor, the Water-poet,

"For when base Peasants shrink at Fortune's blowes,

Then magnanimity most richly showes," and has been rendered unintelligible by some omission in the text.

b'Tis fond That is, 'Tis foolish.

0 - cautelous baits and practice.] By insidious baits, and treachery.

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