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The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,
· Enter another Messenger,
; What's the news? Meșs. Good news, good news; -The ladies have
you;. [Trumpets and Hautboys solinded, and Driims
beaten, all together. Shouting also within. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you!_[Shouting again. Men.
This is good news: I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia , Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, A city full; of tribunes, such as you, A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day; This morning, for ten thousand of your throats I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
[Shouting and Musick. Sic. First, the gads bless you for their tidings:
next, Accept my thankfulness. Mess.
Sir, we have all Great cause to give great thanks,
They are near the city?
... We will meet them, And help the joy. : : .......Going.
Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians,
and People. They pass over the Stage. 1 Sén. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before
Welcome, ladies! Welcome! . . [A Flourish with Drums and Trumpets.
: [Exeunt. :
(Exeunt Attendants, Auf:
Enter Three or. Four Conspirators of Aufidiuso
. Faction.. Most welcome! .
i Con. How is it with our general ?
. Most noble sir,
Sir, I cannot tell;
3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst
I know it;
3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
By lack of stooping, 1. Auf.
That I would have spoke of:
Forhen he had end at it. he did, mis
I seem'd his follower, not partner; and
So he did, my lord:
There was it;
[Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Shouts .. .of the People,
I Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. . 2 Con:
And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, With giving him glory. : 3 Con.
Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Which we will second. When he lies along, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall burn His reasons with his body. Auf.
Say no more; Here come the lords.
Enter the Lords of the City, , ..
s He wag'd me with his countenance,] This is obscure. The meaning, I think, is, he prescribed to me with an air of authority, and gave me his countenance for my wages; thought me sufficiently rewarded with good looks. JOHNSON
For whick my sinews shall be stretch'd -] That is the point on which I will attack him with my utmost abilities,
I have not deserv'd it, But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd What I have written to you?
Lords. . . We have.
And grieve to hear it.
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours; a
Croud of Citizens with him. Cor: Hail, lords! I am returned your soldier; No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted, and With bloody passage, led your wars, even to The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought
home, . . Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, The charges of the action. We have made peace, With no less honour to the Antiates, Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver, Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians, Together with the seal o’the senate, what We have compounded on. Auf.:
Read it not noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree He hath abus'd your powers.
Cor. Traitor!-How now?
? answering us
With our own charge;] That is, rewarding us with our own cipences; making the cost of war its recompence.