Auf. Only their ends ΙΟ Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you: you shall know now that I am in esti-You have respected; stopp'd your ears against mation; you shall perceive that a Jack guardant The general suit of Rome; never admitted cannot office me from my son Coriolanus: guess, A private whisper, no, not with such friends but by my entertainment with him, if thou That thought them sure of you. standest not i' the state of hanging, or of some Cor. This last old man, death more long in spectatorship, and crueller Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, in suffering; behold now presently, and swoon Loved me above the measure of a father; for what's to come upon thee. [To Cor.] The Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy par- Was to send him; for whose old love I have, ticular prosperity, and love thee no worse than Though I show'd sourly to him, once more thy old father Menenius does! O my son, my offer'd son! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, The first conditions, which they did refuse here's water to quench it. I was hardly moved And cannot now accept; to grace him only to come to thee; but being assured none but That thought he could do more, a very little myself could move thee, I have been blown out I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits, of your gates with sighs; and conjure thee to Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. Will I lend ear to. Ha what shout is this? The good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the [Shout within. dregs of it upon this varlet here,-this, who, like Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow a block, hath denied my access to thee. In the same time 'tis made? I will not. Cor. Away! Enter, in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VoLUMNIA, leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants. Men. How! away! Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. Are servanted to others: though I owe My 90 In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar, Take this along; I writ it for thy sake, [Gives a letter. And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius, I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius, Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st! Auf. You keep a constant temper. 100 [Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. First Sen. Now, sir, is your name Menenius? Sec. Sen. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the way home again. First Sen. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back? Sec. Sen. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon? Men. I neither care for the world nor your general: for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight. He that hath a will to die by himself fears it not from another: let your general do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and your misery increase with your age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away! [Exit. First Sen. A noble fellow, I warrant him. 20 Vir. My lord and husband! Like a dull actor now, 40 Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate, [Kneels. Of thy deep duty more impression show Vol. Cor. The god of soldiers, 70 With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst The son, the husband and the father tearing III With manacles thorough our streets, or else 121 I purpose not to wait on fortune till name Living to time. Young Mar. A' shall not tread on me; I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be; Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. I have sat too long. Vol. 130 [Rising. Nay, go not from us thus. As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit 'This we received;' and each in either side son, 140 The end of war's uncertain, but this certain, 150 Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man world Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy, When she, poer hen, fond of no second brood, Has cluck'd thee to the wars and safely home, Loaden with honour. Say my request 's unjust, And spurn me back: but if it be not so, Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, That thou restrain'st from me the duty which Cor. What have you done? ope, 181 The gods look down, and this unnatural scene Cor. 190 I dare be sworn you were: And, sir, it is no little thing to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you, Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife! Auf. [Aside.] I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour At difference in thee; out of that I'll work Cor. 200 [The Ladies make signs to Coriolanus. Ay, by and by; [To Volumnia, Virgilia, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear A better witness back than words, which we, On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you: all the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made this peace. vail with him. But I say there is no hope in't: our throats are sentenced and stay upon execution. Sic. Is't possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man? 10 Men. There is differency between a grub and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing. Sic. He loved his mother dearly. Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading: he is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in. Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him: there is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find: and all this is long of you. Sic. The gods be good unto us! Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them; and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us. Sic. The Volscians are dislodged, and Marcius gone: Friend, Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain? Sec. Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? 49 Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you! [Trumpets; hautboys; drums beat; all together. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and fifes, [Exeunt. 209 Tabors and cymbals and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you! SCENE IV. Rome. A public place. Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS. Men. See you yon coign o' the Capitol, yon corner-stone? Sic. Why, what of that? Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may pre Men. [A shout within. This is good news: ་ I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings; Being banish'd for 't, he came unto my hearth; 30 next, Accept my thankfulness. Sir, we have all Sec. Mess. Great cause to give great thanks. Sic. And help the joy. They are near the city? Sec. Mess. Almost at point to enter. Sic. We will meet them, [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. A street near the gate. Enter two Senators with VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, VALERIA, &c. passing over the stage, followed by Patricians, and others. First Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome! Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, 6 All. Welcome! Welcome, ladies, [A flourish with drums and trumpets. Exeunt. SCENE VI. Antium. A public place. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the lords o' the city I am here: Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse The city ports by this hath enter'd and Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: dispatch. [Exeunt Attendants. Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUS' Most welcome! faction. Presented to my knife his throat: I took him; So he did, my lord: 40 There was it: For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action: therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! [Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People. First Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. Sec. Con. And patient fools, 50 Whose children he hath slain, their base throats All the Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf. We must proceed as we do find the people. Third Con. The people will remain uncertain whilst 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. 20 Auf. When he did stand for consul, which he lost Auf That I would have spoke of: And grieve to hear't. Do more than counterpoise a full third part 80 Auf Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously 90 Cor. Auf. No more. Ha! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion- First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound! If have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I you Flutter'd your Volscians 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? All Consp. Let him die for't. 120 All the people. Tear him to presently.' 'He killed my son. 'He killed my cousin Marcus.' father.' Cor. pieces.' 'Do it 'My daughter.' 'He killed my 130 Sec. 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 hearing. Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. O that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! [The Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus: Aufidius stands on his body. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold! Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. First Lord. Sec. 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. 149 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. |