Imagens das páginas
PDF
ePub

If in his death the gods have us befriended, 9 I'll through and through you! and, thou great-
Great Troy is ours,

and our sharp wars are ended. sized coward,
[Exeunt, marching. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, SCENE X. Another part of the plains.

That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.

Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go : 30 Enter ÆNEAS and Trojans.

Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other Never home; here starve we out the night. go

side, PANDARUS.

Pan. But hear you, hear you !
Enter TROILUS.

Tro. Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame Tro. Hector is slain.

Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name![Exit. All

Hector! the gods forbid ! Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones ! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Oworld! world! world! thus is the poor agent tail,

despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful are you set a-work, and how ill requited! why field.

should our endeavour be so loved and the perFrown on, you heavens, effect your rage with formance so loathed? what verse for it? what speed ! instance for it? Let me see:

41 Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, And linger not our sure destructions on!

Till he hath lost his honey and his sting; 9

And being once subdued in armed tail,
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Tro. You understand me not that tell me so:

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death, Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted
But dare all imminence that gods and men cloths.
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone:

As many as be here of pandar's hall, Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?

half

out, weep out at Pandar's fall; Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, 50 Go in to Troy, and say there, Héctor's dead': Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. There is a word will Priam turn to stone;

Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Some two months hence my will shall here be Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word,

made: Scare Troy out of itself.

But, march away: It should be now, but that my fear is this, Hector is dead; there is no more to say.

Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,

Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, And at that time bequeathe you my diseases. Let Titan rise as early as he dare.

[Exit.

Your eyes,

20

[blocks in formation]

II

ACT I.

partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.

41 SCENE I. Rome. A street,

Sec. Cit. What he cannot help in his nature,

you account a vice in him. You must in no way Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with

say he is covetous. staves, clubs, and other weapons.

First Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren First Cit. Before we proceed any further, of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to hear me speak.

tire in repetition. [Shouts within.) What shouts All. Speak, speak.

are these? The other side o' the city is risen: First Cit. You are all resolved rather to die why stay we prating here? to the Capitol ! than to famish ?

All. Come, come.

50 All. Resolved, resolved.

First Cit. Soft! who comes here? First Cit. First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.

Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. All. We know't, we know't.

First Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have Sec. Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?

hath always loved the people. All. No more talking on't; let it be done: First Cit. He's one honest enough : would all away, away!

the rest were so ! Sec. Cit. One word, good citizens.

Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand ? First Cit. We are accounted poor citizens, the

where go you patricians good. What authority surseits on would With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray relieve us: if they would yield us but the super- you. fluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess

First Cit. Our business is not unknown to the they relieved us humanely; but they think we senate; they have had inkling this fortnight what are too dear : the leanness that afflicts us, the we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in object of our misery, is as an inventory to parti- deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths: cularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain they shall know we have strong arms too. to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this honest neighbours, in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. Will you undo yourselves?

Sec. Cit. Would you proceed especially against First Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone Caius Marcius?

already. All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care commonalty.

29 Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Sec. Cit. Consider you what services he has Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well 69 done for his country?

Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them First Cit. Very well; and could be content to Against the Roman state, whose course will on give him good report for't, but tha he

pays him- The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs self with being proud.

Of more strong link asunder than can ever Sec. Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,

First Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done The gods, not the patricians, make it, and famously, he did it to that end: though soft-con- Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, scienced men can be content to say it was for his You are transported by calamity country, he did it to please his mother, and to be Thither where more attends you, and you slander your blood,

bear us.

you this?

[ocr errors]

The helms o' the state, who care for you like “True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, fathers,

• That I receive the general food at first, When you curse them as enemies.

80 Which you do live upon; and fit it is, First Cit. Care for us! True, indeed! They Because I am the store-house and the shop ne’er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and of the whole body: but, if you do remember, their store-houses crammed with grain; make I send it through the rivers of edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the any wholesome act established against the rich, brain;

140 and provide more piercing statutes daily, to And, through the cranks and offices of man, chain up and restrain the poor.

If the wars eat The strongest nerves and small inferior veins us not up, they will; and there's all the love they From me receive that natural competency

Whereby they live: and though that all at once, Men. Either you must

90 You, my good friends,'—this says the belly, Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,

mark me, Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you

First Cit. Ay, sir; well, well. A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;

Men.

“Though all at once cannot But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture See what I do deliver out to each, To stale 't a little more.

Yet I can make my audit up, that all First Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you From me do back receive the flour of all, must not think to fob off our disgrace with a And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't? tale: but, an 't please you, deliver.

First Cit. It was an answer: how apply Men, There was a time when all the body's

151 members

Men. The senators of Rome are this good Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it:

belly, That only like a gulf it did remain

And you the mutinous members; for examine l' the midst o'the body, idle and unactive,

Their counsels and their cares, digest things Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

rightly Like labour with the rest, where the other Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find instruments

No public benefit which you receive
Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, But it proceeds or comes from them to you
And, mutually participate, did minister

And no way from yourselves. What do you Unto the appetite and affection common

think, Of the whole body. The belly answer'd

You, the great toe of this assembly? First Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the First Cit. I the great toe! why the great toe? belly?

Men. For that, being one o' the lowest, Men. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of

basest, poorest,

161 smile,

Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost: Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, thus

Lead'st first to win some vantage. For, look

you,

I

may make the belly smile But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs: As well as speak—it tauntingly replied

Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;
To the discontented members, the mutinous parts The one side must have bale,
That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
As you malign our senators for that

Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.
They are not such as you.
First Cit. Your belly's answer? What !

Hail, noble Marcius! The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye, Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you disThe counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,

sentious rogues, Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,

That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, With other muniments and petty helps

Make yourselves scabs? In this our fabric, if that they

First Cit. We have ever your good word. 170 Men.

What then?

Mar. He that will give good words to thee 'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what will flatter then?

Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you First Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be curs, restrain'd,

That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, Who is the sink o' the body,

The other makes you proud. He that trusts to Men.

Well, what then?

you, First Cit. The former agents, if they did where he should find you lions, finds you hares; complain,

Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, What could the belly answer?

Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Men.

I will tell you;

Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is If you'll bestow a small-of what you have To make him worthy whose offence subdues him little

And curse that justice did it. Who deserves Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer. greatness

180 First Cit. Ye're long about it.

Deserves your hate; and your affections are Men.

Note me this, good friend; A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Your most grave belly was deliberate,

Which would increase his evil. He that depends Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: Upon your favours swims with fins of lead

IIO

120

LUTUS.

200

And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Enter COMINIUS, Titus LARTius, and other Trust ye?

Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VEWith every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland. What's the First Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have matter,

lately told us;

231 That in these several places of the city

The Volsces are in arms. You cry against the noble senate, who, 190

Mar.

They have a leader, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else

Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't. Would feed on one another? What's their I sin in envying his nobility, seeking?

And were I any thing but what I am, Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, I would wish me only he. they say,

Com.

You have fought together. The city is well stored.

Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears Mar. Hang 'em! They say!

and he They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know Upon my party, I'ld revolt, to make What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise, Only my wars with him: he is a lion Who thrives and who declines; side factions and That I am proud to hunt. give out

First Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, 240 Conjectural marriages; making parties strong Attend upon Cominius to these wars. And feebling such as stand not in their liking Com. It is your former promise. Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's

Mar.

Sir, it is; grain enough!

And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,

Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face. And let me use my sword, I'ld make a quarry What, art thou stift? stand'st out? With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high

Tit.

No, Caius Marcius; As I could pick my lance.

I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other, Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per- Ere stay behind this business. suaded ;

Men.

0, true-bred! For though abundantly they lack discretion,

First Sen. Your company to the Capitol; Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech where, I know, you,

Our greatest friends attend us. What says the other troop?

Tit.

[To Com.] Lead you on. Mar.

They are dissolved : hang 'em! [To Mar.) Follow Cominius; we must follow They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth you;

250 proverbs,

Right worthy you priority. That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, Com.

Noble Marcius! That meat was made for mouths, that the gods

First Sen. [To the Citizens] Hence to your

homes; be gone! Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds Mar.

Nay, let them follow: They vented their complainings; which being The Volsces have much corn; take these rats answer'd,

thither And a petition granted them, a strange one

To

garners. Worshipful mutiners, To break the heart of generosity,

Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow. And make bold power look pale-they threw

[Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but

Sicinius and Brutus. As they would hang them on the horns o' the Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this

Marcius ? Shouting their emulation.

Bru. He has no equal. Men.

What is granted them? Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar people, wisdoms,

Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes? Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,

Sic.

Nay, but his taunts. Sicinius Velutus, and I know not—'Sdeath ! Bru. Being moved, he will not spare to gird The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,

the gods.

260 Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time

Sic.

Be-mock the modest moon. Win upon power and throw forth greater themes Bru. The present wars devour him: he is For insurrection's arguing.

grown Men. This is strange.

Too proud to be so valiant. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments ! Sic.

Such a nature,

Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Eriter a Messenger, hastily.

Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?

His insolence can brook to be commanded Mar.

Here: what's the matter? Under Cominius. Mess. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in Bru.

Fame, at the which he aims,

In whom already he's well graced, can not
Mar.
I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' Better be held nor more attain'd than by

A place below the first : for what miscarries 270 Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders. Shall be the general's fault, though he perform

sent not

211

gnaw their

their caps

moon,

220

arms.

means to vent

[ocr errors]

To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Marcius ‘O, if he

SCENE III. Rome. A room in Marcius' house.
Had borne the business!'
Sic,

Besides, if things go well, Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA: they set them Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall

down on two low stools, and sew. of his demerits rob Cominius.

Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express Bru.

Come:

yourself in a more comfortable sort : if my son Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that Though Marcius earn’d thein not, and all his faults absence wherein he won honour than in the emTo Marcius shall be honours, though indeed bracements of his bed where he would show most In aught he merit not.

love. When yet he was but tender-bodied and Sic.

Let's hence, and hear 280 the only son of my womb, when youth with comeHow the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, liness plucked all gaze his way, when for a day More than his singularity, he goes

of kings' entreaties a mother should not sell him Upon this present action.

an hour from her beholding, I, considering how Bru. Let's along [Exeunt. honour would become such a person, that it was

no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if Scene II. Corioli. The Senate-house. renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him

seek danger where he was like to find fame. To Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and certain Senators. a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned,

his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, First Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels man-child than now in first seeing he had proved And know how we proceed.

himself a man.

19 Auf: Is it not yours?

Vir. But had he died in the business, madam; What ever have been thought on in this state, how then? That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome

Vol.

Then his good report should have been Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone

my son; I therein would have found issue. Hear Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think

me profess sincerely: ha a dozen sons, each in I have the letter here; yes, here it is.

my love alike and none less dear than thine and [Reads] ‘They have press'd a power, but it is my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die not known

nobly for their country than one voluptuously
Whether for east or west: the dearth is great; 10 surfeit out of action.
The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,

Enter a Gentlewoman.
Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,

Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to
These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:

Vir. Beseech you, give me leave to retire Consider of it.'

myself.

30 First Sen. Our army's in the field :

Vol. Indeed, you shall not. We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum, To answer us.

See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair, Auf. Nor did you think it folly

As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him: To keep your great pretences veil'd till when Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus: They needs must show themselves; which in the 'Come on, you cowards ! you were got in fear, hatching,

Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow To take in many towns ere almost Rome

Or all or lose his hire.

40 Should know we were afoot.

Vir. His bloody brow ! O Jupiter, no blood !' Sec. Sen. Noble Aufidius,

Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man Take your commission; hie you to your bands: Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba, Let us alone to guard Corioli:

When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier If they set down before 's, for the remove Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria, They've not prepared for us.

We are fit to bid her welcome. [Exit Gent. Auf: 0, doubt not that; 30

Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius! I speak from certainties. Nay, more,

Vol.

He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee Some parcels of their power are forth already, And tread upon his neck.

50 And only hitherward. I leave your honours. If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,

Enter VALERIA, with an Usher and Gentle'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike Till one can do no more. All

The gods assist you ! Val. My ladies both, good day to you. Auf. And keep your honours safe!

Vol. Sweet madam. First Sen.

Farewell.

Vir.

I am glad to see your ladyship. Sec. Sen.

Farewell. Val. How do you both? you are manifest All. Farewell.

[Exeunt. house-keepers. What are you sewing here? A

visit you.

20

woman,

« AnteriorContinuar »