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My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice ; | Unbuckling belms, fisting each other's throat, Which not to cut would show thee but a fool; And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

Marcius, Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that And cannot live but to thy shame, unless | Thou art thence banish’d, we would muster all It be to do thee service.

From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war Auf

O Marcius, Marcius ! Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, Each word thou hast spoke hast weeded from my Like a bold flood o'erbeat. 0, come, go in heart

| And take our friendly senators by the hands ; A root of ancient envy.-Let me twine

| Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, Mine arms about that body, where against

Who am prepar'd against your territories,
My grained ash an hundred times bath broke, Though not for Rome itself.
And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip

You bless me, gods! The anvil of my sword; and do contest

Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt, As hotly and as nobly with thy love

have As ever in ambitious strength I did

The leading of thine own revenges, take Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, The one half of my commission; and set down,I lov'd the maid I'married : never man

As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know’st Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart

ways; Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell Or rudely visit them in parts remote, thee,

To fright them, ere destroy. But come in : We have a power on foot: and I had purpose Let me commend thee first to those that shall Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Say, Yea, to thy desires, A thousand welcomes ! Or lose mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me out | And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Most Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me:

welcome! We have been down together in my sleep,

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.

ACT V.

SCENE.—The Tent of Coriolanus. Wherein this trunk was fram’d, and in her hand Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others.

The grandchild to her blood. But out, affection!

| All bond and privilege of nature break! Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to

Let it be virtuous to be obstinate. morrow

What is that curt'sy worth ! or those doves' eyes Set down our host. — My partner in this action,

Which can make gods forsworn! I melt, and am not You must report to the Volcian lords how plainly of stronger earth than others.--My mother bows: I have borne this business.

| As if Olympus to a molehill should Only their ends Auf.

In supplication nod ; and my young boy You have respected : stopp'd your ears against

Hath an aspect of intercession, which The general suit of Rome : never admitted

Great nature cries, “ Deny not."-Let the Volces A private wbisper, no, not with such friends

Plough Rome, and harrow Italy : I'll never That thought them sure of you,

Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand,

This last old man,
Cor.
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,

As if a man were author of himself,

And knew no other kin. Lov'd me above the measure of a father;

Vir.

My lord and husband ! Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge Was to send him ; for whose old love I have

Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in

Rome. (Though I show'd sourly to him) once more offer'd

Vir. The sorrow that delivers us thus chang'd, The first conditions which they did refuse,

Makes you think so.

Like a dull actor now,
And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
That thought he could do more; a very little

I have forgot my part, and I am out,
I have yielded to; Fresh embassies, and suits,

Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter

Forgive my tyranny ; but do not say, Will I lend ear to.-Ha! what shout is this?

For that, “ Forgive our Romans.”-0, a kiss [Shout within.

Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge ! Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow

Now, by, the jealous queen of Heaven, that kiss

I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip In the same time 'tis made? I will not.

Hath virgin'd it e'er since.-You gods! I prate, Enter VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, leading young MAR- | And the most noble mother of the world

CIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants. Leave unsaluted : Sink, my knee, i' the earth ; My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould

[Kneels.

Cor.

speak ?

Of thy deep duty more impression show . Our wish, which side should win; for either thou Than that of common sons.

Must, as a foreigner recreant, be led Vol.

O, stand up bless'd! With manacles through our streets, or else i Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint, Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin; I kneel before thee; and unproperly

And bear the palm, for having bravely shed Show duty, as mistaken all this while

Thy wife and children's blood. Why dost not Between the child and parent.

[Kneels. Cor.

What is this? Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Your knees to me to your corrected son ? Still to remember wrongs ?-Daughter, speak you : Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy ;. Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds Perhaps thy childishness will move him more Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun; Than can our reasons. He turns away: Murd'ring impossibility, to make

Down, ladies ! let us shame him with our knees, What cannot be, slight work.

To his surname Coriolanus ’longs more pride Vol. Do you know this lady?

Than pity to our prayers. Down: An end : Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,

This is the last :-So we will home to Rome, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,

And die among our neighbours.- Nay, behold us : That's corded by the frost from purest snow, This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, And hangs on Dian's temple : Dear Valeria! But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,

Does reason our petition with more strength Which by the interpretation of full time

Than thou hast to deny't.—Come, let us go ;
May show like all yourself.

This fellow had a Volcian to his mother;
Cor. [To his son.] The god of soldiers, His wife is in Corioli, and his child
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform

Like him by chance :-Yet give us our despatch : Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst I am hush'd until our city be afire, prove

And then I'll speak a little. To shame invulnerable, and stick i' the wars Cor.

O mother, mother! Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,*

[Holding VOLUMNIA by the hands, silent. And saving those that eye thee!

What have you done? Behold the heavens do ope, Vol.

Your knee, sirrah. The gods look down, and this unnatural scene Cor. That's my brave boy.

They laugh at. O my mother, mother! 0! Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, You have won a happy victory to Rome: Are suitors to you.

But, for your son,- believe it, 0, believe it, Cor.

I beseech you, peace : Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, Or, if you'd ask, remember this before,

If not most mortal to him. But, let it come; The things I have forsworn to grant may never Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, Be held by you denials. Do not bid me

I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate

| Were you in my stead, would you have heard Again with Rome's mechanics :-Tell me not A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius ? Wherein I seem unnatural; Desire not

Auf. I was mov'd withal. To allay my rages and revenges, with

Cor.

I dare be sworn you were : Your colder reasons.

And, sir, it is no little thing to make Gol.

O, no more, no more ! Mine eyes to sweet compassion. But, good sir, You have said you will not grant us anything; What peace you'll make, advise me : for my part, For we have nothing else to ask but that

I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray Which you deny already : Yet we will ask;

you, That, if you fail in our request, the blame Stand to me in this cause.-0 mother! wife! May hang upon your hardness; therefore hear us. Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and Cor. Aufidius, and you, Volces, mark ; for we'll

thy honour Hear nought from Rome in private. Your re- At difference in thee: out of that I'll work quest! | Myself a former fortune.

[Aside. Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our

[The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. raiment

Cor. Ay, by and by ; [ To Vol., Ver., fc. And state of bodies would bewray what life But we will drink together; and you shall bear We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself | A better witness back than words, which we, How more unfortunate than all living women

On like conditions, will have counterseal'd. Are we come hither : since that thy sight, which

Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve should

To have a temple built you: all the swords Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with

earts dance with in Italy, and her confederate arms, comforts,

Could not have made this peace. [Exeunt. Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow;

SCENE.—Antium. A public Place. Making the mother, wife, and child, to see

Enter Tullus AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. The son, the husband, and the father, tearing His country's bowels out. We must find

Auf. Go tell the lords of the city I am here : An evident calamity, though we had

Deliver them this paper : having read it, * Gust or storm,

Bid them repair to the market-place; where I,.

Auf.

Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,

Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours; a Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse

crowd of Citizens with him. The city ports by this bath enter'd, and

Cor. Hail, lords ! I am return'd your soldier ; Intends to appear before the people, hoping No more infected with my country's love To purge himself with words : Despatch. | Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting

[Exeunt Attendants. Under your great command. You are to know, Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius'

That prosperously I have attempted, and

With bloody passage led your wars, even to faction.

The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought Most welcome!

home, 1 Con. How is it with our general ?

Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,

Even 80 The charges of the action. We have made peace, As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, With no less honour to the Antiates, And with his charity slain.

Than shame to the Romans; and we here deliver, 2 Con.

Most noble sir, Subscribed by the consuls and patricians, If you do hold the same intent wherein

Together with the seal o' the senate, what You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you

We have compounded on. Of your great danger.

Auf.

Read it not, noble lords ; uf.

Sir, I cannot tell; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree We must proceed as we do find the people. He hath abus'd your powers.

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain whilst | Cor. Traitor !-How now ?"Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either

Auf.

Ay, traitor, Marcius. Makes the survivor heir of all.

Cor.

Marcius. Auf

I know it;

Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius : Dost thou And my pretext to strike at him admits

think A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd l'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Mine bonour for his truth: Who being so heigh Coriolanus, in Corioli ? ten'd,

You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, He has betray'd your business, and given up, Seducing so my friends: till, at the last,

For certain drops of salt, your city Rome I seem'd his follower, not partner; and

(I say, your city) to his wife and mother; He wag'd me with his countenance, as if

Breaking his oath and resolution, like I had been mercenary.

A twist of rotten silk: never admitting 1 Con.

So he did, my lord: Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears The army marvell’d at it. And, in the last, He whin'd and roar'd away your victory; When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart For no less spoil than glory,-.

Look'd wondering each at other. auf.

There was it :-
Cor.

Hear’st thou, Mars ?
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. | Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are Coř. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
As cheap as sies, he sold the blood and labour

Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave ! Of our great action : Therefore shall he die, Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark ! I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave (Drums and trumpets sound, with great

lords, shouts of the people.

Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him, that And had no welcomes home; but he returns,

must bear Splitting the air with noise.

My beating to his grave) shall join to thrust 2 Con. And patient fools,

The lie unto him. Whose children he hath slain, their base throats 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. tear

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and laus, With giving him glory.

Stain all your edges on me.- Boy! False hound ! Auf.

Say no more; If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, Here come the lords.

| Tbát like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Flutter'd your Volcians in Corioli:
Enter the Lords of the City.

Alone I did it.- Boy!
Lords. You are most welcome home.

Why, noble lords, Auf.

I bave not deservd it; Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, What I have written to you?

'Fore your own eyes and ears ? Lords. We have.

Con. Let him die for’t. [Several speak at once. 1 Lord..

And grieve to hear it. Cit.'[Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to What faults he made before the last, I think, | pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;-my Might have found easy fines; but there to end, daughter ;-He killed my cousin Marcus ;-He Where he was to begin, and give away

killed my father.The benefit of our levies, answering us

2 Lord. Peace, ho !--no outrage ;-peace! With our own charge; making a treaty where The man is noble, and his fame folds in There was a yielding, -- this admits no excuse. | This orb o'the earth. His last offences to 118

Auf. He approaches; you shall hear him. Sball have judicious hearing.–Stand, Aufidius,

And trouble not the peace.

To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Cor.

0, that I had him, Myself your loyal servant, or endure With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

Your heaviest censure. To use my lawful sword !

1 Lord.

Bear from hence his body, auf. Insolent villain !

And mourn you for him ; let him be regarded Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!

As the most noble corse that ever herald

Did follow to his urn. [AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill

kill 2 Lord.

His own impatience CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. stands on him.

Let's make the best of it. 1 Lord. O Tullus, Auf.

My rage is gone, 2 Lord. Thou bast done a deed whereat valour And I am struck with sorrow ~Take him up :will weep.

| Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. 3 Lord, Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be Beat thou the drum that it speak mournfully. quiet;

Trail your steel pikes.-Though in this city he Put up your swords,

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this Which to this hour bewail the injury, rage,

Yet he shall have a noble memory.
Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger Assist.
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice

[Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours

A dead march sounded.

KING LEAR.

KING LEAR.
DUKE OF GLOSTER.
DUKE OF ALBANY.
DUKE OF CORNWALL.

Sons of Gloster.
EDMUND, suo

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Kent, follower of King Lear.
GONERIL,
REGAN, Lear's Daughters.
CORNELIA,
KING OF FRANCE, and followers.
CURAN.

EDG

ACT I.
SCENE.-- A Room of State in King LEAR's shall again.—The king is coming.
Palace.

[Trumpets sound within. Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND. Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REKent. I thought the king had more affected the I GAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants. duke of Albany, than Cornwall.

Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Glo. It did always seem so to us ; but now, in Gloster. the division of the kingdom, it appears not which Glo. I shall, my liege. [Exeunt Glo. and EDM, of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so Lear. Meantime, we shall express our darker weighd, that curiosity in neither can make choice

purpose. of either's moiety.

Give me the map there.-Know, that we have divided Kent. Is not this your son, my lord ?

In three, our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent Glo. Ay, and I have, sir, à son, some year elder To shake all cares and business from our age; than this, who is yet no dearer in my account:- Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund ? Unburden'd crawl toward death. -Our son of Edm. No, my lord.

Cornwall, Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter And you, our no less loving son of Albany, as my honourable friend.

| We have this hour a constant will to publish Edm. My services to your lordship.

Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better. May be prevented now. The princes, France and Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving.

Burgundy, Glo. He hath been ouť nine years, and a way he Great rivals in our youngest daughter's lore,

Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, 1 Cor. So young, my lord, and true. And here are to be answer'd.—Telline, my daugh. Lear. Let it be so. Thy truth, then, be thy dower: ters,

For, by the sacred radiance of the sun; (Since now we will divest us, both of rule, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; Interest of territory, cares of state,)

By all the operations of the orbs,
Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most? From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
That we our largest bounty may extend

Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Where merit doth most challenge it.-Goneril, Propinquity,* and property of blood,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

And as a stranger to beart and me, Gon.

Sir, I

Hold thee, from this, for ever. Do love you more than words can wield the matter, Kent.

Good, my liege, Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty; ,

Lear. Peace, Kent. Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare:

Come not between the dragon and his wrath : No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour: I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest As much as child e'er lov’d, or father found. On her kind nursery. Hence, and avoid my sight! A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;

[To CORDELIA. Beyond all manner of so much I love you. So be my grave my peace, as here I give Cor. What shall Cordelia do ? Love, and be silent. Her father's heart from her!-Call France ;

[Aside.

Who stirs ? Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to Call Burgundy.-Cornwall, and Albany, this,

With my two daughters' dowers digest this third:
With shadowy forests, and with champains rich'd; Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
With plenteous rivers, and wide-skirted meads, I do invest you jointly with my power,
We make thee lady. To thine and Albany's issue Pre-eminence, and all the large effects
Be this perpetual. What says our second daughter, That troop with majesty.-Ourself, by monthly
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall ? ----speak.

course,
Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister, With reservation of an hundred knights,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart By you to be sustain’d, shall our abode
I find, she names my very deed of love;

Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain Only she comes too short,--that I profess The name, and all the additions to a king : Myself an enemy to all other joys,

The sway,
Which the most precious square of sense possesses; Revenue, execution of the rest,
And find, I am alone felicitate

Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
In your dear highness' love,

This coronet part between you. [Giving the crown. Cor. Then poor Cordelia !--[ Aside. Kent.

Royal Lear, And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, More richer than my tongue.

Lor'd as my father, as my master follow'd, Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever, As my great patron thought on in my prayers, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom; Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make from No less in space, validity, and pleasure,

the shaft. Than that confirm'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy, Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade Although the last, not least; to whose young love The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly, The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, When Lear is mad. What would'st thou do, old Strive to be interess'd; what can you say, to draw

man? . A third more opulent than your sisters Speak. Think'st thou, that duty shall have dread to speak, Cor. Nothing, my lord.

When power to battery bows? To plainness Lear. Nothing?"

* honour's bound, Cor. Nothing

When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom; Lear. Notbing can come of nothing: speak again. And, in thy best consideration, check

Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot beave | This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment, My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; According to my bond; nor more, nor less. Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sound Lear. How, how, Cordelia ? mend your speech Reverbs no hollowness. a little,

Lear.

Kent, on thy life, no more. Lest it may mar your fortunes.

Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn
Cor.
Good, my lord,

To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it,
You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I Thy safety being the motive.
Return those duties back as are right fit,

Out of my sight! Obey you, love you, and most honour you.

Kent. See better, Lear; and let nie still remain Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, The true blank of thine eye. They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, Lear. Now, by Apollo, That lord, whose band must take my plight, shall Kent.

* Now, by Apollo, king, carry

Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. Half my love with bim, half my care and duty : Lear.

O vassal! miscreant. Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,

[Laying his hand on his sword. To love my father all.

Alb. f. Corn. Duar sir, forbear. Lear. But goes this with my heart ?

Kent. Do;

Ay, good my lord. Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow Lear. So young, and so untender ?

Lear

* Kindred.

Cor.

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