Is all the policy, strength, and defence, · Men. Enter a Troop of Citizens, Here come the clusters. And is Aufidius with him?-You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast We have deserv'd it. Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news, 1 Cit. For mine own part, When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. 2 Cit. And so did I. 3 Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very many of us: That we did, we did for the best: and though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will. Com. You are goodly things, you voices! Men, You have made Good work, you and your cry!-Shall us to the Capitol? Com, O, aye; what else? [Exeunt Coм. and MEN. Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd; These are a side, that would be glad to have This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home, And show no sign of fear. you and your cry!] Alluding to a pack of hounds. So, in Hamlet, a company of players are contemptuously called a cry of players. 1 Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. I ever said, we were i'the wrong, when we banished him. 2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. Bru. I do not like this news. Sic. Nor I. [Exeunt Citizens. Bru. Let's to the Capitol:-'Would, half my wealth Would buy this for a lie! Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt SCENE VII. A Camp; at a small distance from Rome. Enter AUFIDIUs, and his Lieutenant. Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman? Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, Their talk at table, and their thanks at end; Auf. Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier Lieu. Yet I wish, sir, (I mean, for your particular,) you had not Join'd in commission with him: but either Had borne the action of yourself, or else To him had left it solely. Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, When he shall come to his account, he knows not What I can urge against him. Although it seems, And so he thinks, and is no less apparent To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, As draw his sword: yet he hath left undone Lieu. Sir, I beseech Rome? you, think you he'll Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down; The senators, and patricians, love him too: carry To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome, A noble servant to them; but he could not The happy man; whether defect of judgment, From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace As is the osprey ] Osprey, a kind of eagle, ossifraga, 6 whether 'twas pride, Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man; whether, &c.] Aufidius assigns three probable reasons of the miscarriage of Coriolanus; pride, which easily follows an uninterrupted train of success; unskilfulness to regulate the consequences of his own victories; a stubborn uniformity of nature, which could not make the proper transition from the casque or helmet to the cushion or chair of civil authority; but acted with the same despotism in peace as in war. Even with the same austerity and garb 8 And power, unto itself most commendable, To extol what it hath done. One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Rights by rights fouler, strengths by strengths do fail. Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine, [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Rome. A publick Place. Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and Others. Men. No, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath said, Which was sometime his general; who lov'd him In a most dear particular. He call'd me, father: But what o'that? Go, you that banish'd him, A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coy'do As he hath spices of them all, not all,] i. e. not all complete, not all in their full extent. 8 he has a merit, To choke it in the utterance.] He has a merit, for no other purpose than to destroy it by boasting it. 9 coy'd] i. e. condescended unwillingly, with reserve, To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. hear? Men. Do you Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops That we have bled together. Coriolanus He would not answer to: forbad all names; He was a kind of nothing, titleless, Till he had forg'd himself a name i'the fire Of burning Rome. Men. Why, so; you have made good work; A pair of tribunes that have rack'd' for Rome, To make coals cheap: A noble memory!2 Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon When it was less expected: He replied, It was a bare petition of a state To one whom they had punish'd. Men.. Could he say less? Very well: Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard For his private friends: His answer to me was, Of noisome, musty chaff: He said, 'twas folly, For one poor grain Men. You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid 1 that have rack'd-] To rack means to harass by exactions. memory for memorial. |