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Cor. Traitor !-How now ?-
Auf.

Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Cor.

Marcius ! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius : Dost thou think I 'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus in Corioli ? You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously He has betray'd your business, and given up, For certain drops of salt, your city Rome (I say your city) to his wife and mother : Breaking his oath and resolution, liko A twist of rotten silk; never admitting Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears He whind and roard away your victory; That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart Look'd wondering each at others. Cor.

Hear'st thou, Mars? Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,Cor.

Ha! Auf. No more.

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! Pardon me, lords, 't is the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him, that must bear My beating to his grave) shall join to thrust The lie unto him.

1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound!
If you have writ your annals true, 't is there,
That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volcians in Corioli :
Alone I did it.- Boy!
Auf.

Why, noble lords,

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears ?

Con. Let him die for 't. Several speak at once.

Cit. [Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;-my daughter ;He killed my cousin Marcus ;-—He killed my father.

2 Lord. Peace, ho !-- no outrage;—peace!
The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us
Shall have judicious a hearing.–Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.
Cor.

O, that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword!
Auf.

Insolent villain! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! [Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill

CorioLANUS, who falls, and Aufidius stands

on him. · Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold! Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. i Lord.

O Tullus, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will

weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.—Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords.

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger Which this man's life did owe you, you 'll rejoice That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours To call me to your senate, I 'll deliver Myself your loyal servant, or endure Your heaviest censure. I Lord.

Bear from hence his body, a Judicious—judiciul.

And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Did follow to his urn.
2 Lord.

His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.
Auf.

My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow.—Take him up :-
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I 'll be one.-
Beat thou the drum that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes.—Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory.
Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS,

A dead march sounded.

End of Coriolanus.

VOL. X.

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