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left, Marcius: his as thou art,
• 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, With them he enters: who, upon the sudden, Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, Sirs, Clapp'd-to their gates; he is himself alone, We shall be charg'd again. Wbiles we bare To answer all the city.
[beard Lart. O noble fellow!
By interims, and conveying gusts, we have Who, sensible,* outdares his senseless sword, The charges of our friends: The Roman gods, And, when it bows,t stands up! Thou art Lead their successes as we wish our own;
That both our powers, with smiling fronts enA carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
countering, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Enter a MESSENGER. Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and May give you thankful sacrifice !-Thy news? The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, Thou mad'st thine enemies, shake, as if the And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: Were feverous and did tremble. (world I saw our party to their trenches driven, Re-enter MARCIUS bleeding, ussuulted by the
And then I caine away.
Com. Though thou speak'st truth, enemy.
Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long 1 Sol. Look, Sir.
is't since? Lart. "Tis Marcius:
· Mess. Above an hour, my lord. Let’s fetch him off, or make remain alike.
Com. 'Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their [They fight, and all enter the city.
drums: SCENE V.-Within the town.-A Street.
| How could'st thou in a mile confound* an hour,
And bring thy news so late?
· Mess. Spies of the Volces 1 Rom. This I will carry to Rome.
Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel 2 Rom. And I this.
Three or four miles about ; else had I, Sir, 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for sil- | Half an hour since brought my report. ver. [Alarum continues still afar oft
Enter MARCIUS. Enter Marcius, and Titus LARTius, with a trumpet.
Com. Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods! Mar. See here these movers, that do prize He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have their hours
[spoons, | Beforetime seen him thus. At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden Mar, Come I too late ? Irons of doit, doublets that hangmen would
| Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from Bury with those that wore them, these base
| More than I know the sound of Marcius Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :--Down From every meaner man's. with them.
Mar. Come I too late?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of
[others, There is the man of my soul's hate, Anfidius, Mar. O! let me clip you Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus, In arms as sound, as when I woo'd ; in heart take
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, Convenient numbers to make good the city;
And tapers burn'd to bedward.
[haste | How is't with Titus Lartius? Lurt. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'st;
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Thy exercise hath been too violent for
Condemning some to death, and some to exile; A second course of fight.
Ransoming him, or pitying, threat’ning the Mar. Sir, praise me not:
other; My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, The blood I drop is rather physical
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus
To let him slip at will. I will appear, and fight.
Com. Where is that slave, (trenches? Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, | Which told me they had beat you to your Fall deep in love with thee; and her great Where is he? Call him hither. charms (man, Mar. Let him alone,
[men, Misguide thy opposer's swords ! Bold gentle- | He did inform the truth: But for our gentleProsperity be thy page!
The common file, (A plague!-Tribunes for Mar. Thy friend no less
(budge Than those she placeth higbest! So farewell.
The mouse ne'er shund'd the cat, as they did Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius !
From rascals worse than they.
[Exit MARCIUS. Com. But how prevail'd you? Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not Call thither all the officers of the town,
[field? Where they shall know our mind. Away. Where is the enemy? Are you lords o'the
(Exeunt. If not, why cease you till you are so ? SCENE V1.-Near the Camp of COMINIUS.
We have at disadvantage fought, and did Enter CUMINIUS and forces, retreating. | Retire, to win our purpose, Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought, Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on we are come off
They have plac'd their men of trust? • Having sensation, feeling.
A Roman coin
f When it is de
Com. As I guess, Marcius,
Auf. If I fly, Marcius, Their bands in the vaward* are the Antiates,t Halloo me like a bare. Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, Their very beart of hope.
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, Mar. I do beseech you,
And made what work I pleas'd; 'Tis not my By all the battles wherein we have fought,
(venge, By the blood we have shed together, by the Wherein thon seest me mask'd; for thy revows
(rectly Wrench up thy power to the highest. We have made to endure friends, that you di- Auf. Wert thou the Hector, Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates: That was the whip* of your bragg'd progeny, And that you not delay the present;t but, Thou should'st not scape me here.Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, [They fight, and certain Volces come to the We prove this very hour.
uid of AUFIDIUS. Com. Though I could wish
Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd were conducted to a gentle bath, In your condemned seconds.
me And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
[Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius. Deny your asking; take your choice of those That best can aid your action.
SCENE IX.—The Roman camp. Mar. Those are they
Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Flourish, Enter That most are willing :-If any such be here, at one side, COMINIUS, and Romans ; at the (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this paint. | other side, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf,
and other Romans. Wherein you see me smear'd ; if any fear Lesser his person than an ill report;
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's
work, If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, And that his country's dearer than himself';'
Thou'lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Let him, alone, or so many, so minded,
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Wave thus, [Waving his hand.] to express his
Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, disposition,
I'the end, admire; where ladies shall be And follow Marcius.
frighted, · [They all shout, and wave their swords; take
And, gladly quak’d, hear more; where the him up in their arms, and cast up their caps.
dull Tribunes, O me, alone! Make you a sword of me?
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine hoIf these shows be pot outward, which of you
[gods, But is four Volces ? None of you but is
Shall say, against their hearts-We thank the
Our Rome hath such a soldier !-
Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully dined before. Shall bear the business in some other fight, Enter Titus LaRtius, with his power, 5 from the As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;
pursuit. And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best inclin'd.
Lart. () general, • Com. March on, my fellows:
Here is the steed, we the caparison ; Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Hadst thou beheldDivide in all with us.
Mar. Pray now, no more : my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood, SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. When she does praise me, grieves me. I have
done, Titus LARTIUS, haring set a guard upon Corioli, | As you have done ; that's what I can; induc'd
going with a drum and trumpet toward Co-As you have been; that's for my country : MINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a He, that has but effected his good will, LIEUTENANT, a party of soldiers, and a scout. Hath overta'en mine act. Lart. So, let the portss be guarded : keep |_ Com. You shall not be your duties,
The grave of your deserving; Rome must know As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch
The value of her own : 'twere a concealment Those centuriesll to our aid; the rest will serve
Worse than a theft, no less than a traduceFor a short holding : If we lose the field,
ment, We cannot keep the town.
To hide your doings; and to silence that,
Which to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir. Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.
Would seem but modest: Therefore, I beseech Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct (In sign of what you are, not to reward [you, us.
1 Ereunt. | What you have done,) before our army hear
me. SCENE VIII.-A field of battle between the Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and Roman and the Volcian Camps.
they smart Alarum. Enter Marcius and AUFIDIUS.
To hear themselves remember'd.
Com. Should they not, Mar.
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, hate thee
And tent themselves with death, of all the Worse than a promise-breaker.
horses, Auf. We hate alike;
(Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,) Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor .
of all More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot. The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city,
Mar. Let the first budgers die the other's We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth,
: Barone integrateful trepidation, sending with the po
Forces, | Gates. Il Companies of a hundred men, Stirrer. || Privilege.
Before the common distribution, at
1 Cor. By Jupiter, forgot: Your only choice.
I am weary ; yea, my memory is tir'd.Mar. I thank you, general;
Have we no wine here? But cannot make my heart consent to take Com. Go we to our tent: A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it; The blood upon your visage dries: 'tis time And stand upon my common part with those It should be look'd to: come.
[Ereunt. That have beheld the doing. [A long flourish. They all cry, Marcius! Mar SCENE X.-The Camp of Volces.
cins! cast up their caps and lances: COMI- A Flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIOS, NIUS and LARTIUs stand bare.
bloody, with two or three SOLDIERS. Mar. May these same instruments, which
Auf. The town is ta'en ! you profane, Neversound more! When drums and trumpets
i Šol. "Twill be delivered back on good CODI'the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities
[grows Made all of false-fac'd soothing: When steel
| I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made
Being a Volce, be that I am.-Condition!
What good condition can a treaty find
| I'the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, Or foild some debile? wretch, which, with
I have fought with thee; so often hast thou out note,
[counter Here's many else have done,-you shout me
And would'st do so, I think, should we enIn acclamations hyperbolical;
As often as we eat.-By the elements, As if I loved my little should be dieted
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, In praises sauc'd with lies.
He is mine, or I am his: Mine emulation Com. Too modest are you;
Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where More cruel to your good report, than grateful
I thought to crush bim in an equal force, To us that give you truly: by your patience,
(True sword to sword,) I'll potcht at him some If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put
| Or wrath, or craft, may get him.
I Sol. He's the devil. you (Like one that means his propert harm,) in Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My valmanacles,
our's poisond, Then reason safely with you.—Therefore, be it
With only suffering stain by him; for him As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Shall iy out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Wears this war's garland: in token of the
Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor Capitol, which
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up With all his trim belonging; and, from this
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst time, For what he did before Corioli, call him,
At home, upon my brother's guard, even With all the applause and clamour of the host,
there Caius MARCIUS CORIOLANUS.
Against the hospitable canon, would I Bear the addition nobly ever!
Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to (Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums.
the city; All. Caius Marcins Coriolanus !
Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that Cor. I will go wash;
Be hostages for Rome.
(must And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
i Sol. Will not you go? Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank
Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: you: I pray you
fther I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times,
("Tis south the city mills,) bring me word thiTo undercresti your good addition,
How the world goes; that to the pace of it To the fairness of my power.
I may spur on my journey. Com. So, to our tent:
i Sol. 'I shall, Sir.
(Eseunt. Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
SCENE I.-Rome.-A Public Place.
Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that news to-night. now
| Bru. Good, or bad ? Refus’d most princely gifts, am bound to beg Men. Not according to the prayer of the peoOf my lord general.
| ple, for they love not Marcius. Com. Take it: 'tis yours.--What is't?
Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,
friends. At a poor man's house; be us'd me kindly: Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love? He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;
Sic. The lamb. But then Aufidius was within my view,
Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry pleAnd wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request beians would the noble Marcius. To give my poor host freedom.
| Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a Com. O, well begg'd!
bear. Were be the butcher of my son, he should Men. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. lamb. You two are old men; tell me one thing Lart. Marcius, his name?
that I shall ask you.
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a neyou two have not in abundance?
cessary bencher in the Capitol. Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored Men. Our very priests must become mockers, with all.
if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects Sic. Especially, in pride.
as you are. When you speak best unto the Bru. And topping all others in boasting. purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your
Men. This is strange now: Do you two know beards; and your beards deserve not so honhow you are censured here in the city, I mean curable a grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, of us o'the right hand file? Do you?
or to be entombed in an ass' pack-saddle. Both Trib. Why, how are we censured ? Yet you must be saying, Marciùs is proud;
Men. Because you talk of pride now,--Will who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your you not be angry?
predecessors, since Deucalion; though, perad-, Both Trib. Well, well, Sir, well.
venture, some of the best of them were hereMen. Why 'tis no great matter; for a very ditary hangmen. Good e'en to your worships; little thief of occasion will rob you of a great more of your conversation would infect my deal of patience: give your disposition the brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plereins, and be angry at your pleasures; at the beians: I will be bold to take my leave of least, if you take it as a pleasure to you, in you. being so. You blame Marcius for being proud? | [Bro, and Sic, retire to the back of the Scene.
Bru. We do it not alone, Sir.
Men. I know, you can do very little alone : Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA, &c. for your helps are many; or else your actions How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the would grow wondrous single: your abilities
moon, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do are too infant-like, for doing much alone. You
| you follow your eyes so fast? talk of pride: 0, that you could turn your eyes Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius towards the napes* of your necks, and make approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go. but an interior survey of your good selves! O, "Men. Ha! Marcius coming home? that you could!
Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most Bru. What then, Sir?
prosperous approbation. : Men. Why, then you should discover a brace' Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, thee:-Hoo! Marcius coming home? (alias, fools,) as any in Rome.
Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true. Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state too.
hath another, his wife another; and, I think, Men. I am known to be a humorous patri- there's one at home for you. cian, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with Men. I will make my very house reel to-night: not a drop of allaying Tybert in't; said to be
-A letter for me? something imperfect, in favouring the first Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I complaint: hasty, and tinder-like, upon too I saw it. trivial motion: one that converses more with Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate the buttock of the night, than with the fore- l of seven years' health; in which time I will head of the morning. What I think, I utter; I make a lip at the physician: the most so and spend my malice in my breath: Meeting reign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic, two such wealsi-men as you are, (I cannot and, to this preservative, of no better report call you Lycurguses) if the drink you gave me, than'a horse-drench. Is he not wounded? he touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked
was wont to come home wounded. face at it. I cannot say, your worships have Vir. O, no, no, no delivered the matter well, when I find the ass Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods in compound with the major part of your syl- I fort. lables: and though I must be content to bear Men. So do I too, if it be not too much with those that say you are reverend grave Brings 'a victory in his pocket?- The wounds men; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you have become him. good faces. If you see this in the map of my
Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the mycrocosm, 6 follows it, that I am known well third time home with the oaken garland. enough too? What harm can your bisson Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? conspectuities glean out of this character, if I
Vol. Titus Lartius writes,--they fought tobe known well enough too?
gether, but Aufidius got off. Bru. Come, Sir, come, we know you well
Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant enough.
him that: an he had staid by hini, I would not Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor have been so fidiused for all the chests in Coany thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' rioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the secaps and legs;f you wear out a good whole- nate possessed of this ? some forenoon, in hearing a cause between an Vol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: orange-wife and a fosset-seller; and then re-l the senate has letters from the general, wherein journ the controversy of three-pence to a second he gives my son the whole name of the war: day of audience. When you are hearing a he hath in this action outdone his former deeds matter between party and party, if you chance doubly. to be pinched with the chólic, you make faces Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke like mummers; set up the bloody flag against of him. all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber- Men. Wondrous ? ay, I warrant you, and pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more not without his true purchasing. entangled by your hearing: all the peace you
Vir. The gods grant them true! make in their cause, is, calling both the parties
Vol. True? pow, wow. knaves: You are a pair of strange ones. Men. True ? I'll be sworn they are true :Back + Water of the Tiber.
* Fully informede
Where is he wounded ?--God save your good Cor. Your hand, and yours : worships! (To the Tribunes, who come forward.
[To his Wife and Mother. Marcius is coming home: he has more cause Ere in our own house I do shade my head, to be proud. Where is he wounded ?
The good patricians must be visited; - Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: From whom I have received not only greetings, There will be large cicatrices to show the But with them change of bonours. people, when he shall stand for his place. He Vol. I have lived received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts To see inherited my very wishes, i'the body.
And the buildings of my fancy: only there : Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, - Is one thing wanting, which I doubt not, but there's nine that I know.
| Our Rome will cast upon thee. Vol. He had, before this last expedition, Cor. Know, good mother, twenty-five wounds upon him.
I had rather be their servant in my way,
[Flourish. Coronets. Ererent in state, es Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: be
before. The Tribunes remain. fore him
stears ; Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the He carries noise, and behind him he leaves
bleared sights Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm dotb lie; Are spectacled to see him: Your pratling nurse Which being advanc'd, declines; and then Into a rapture* lets her baby cry, men die.
While she chats him: the kitchen malkint pios A Sennet.* Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS
Her richest lockramt 'bout her reechy neck. and Titus LARTIUS; between them, CORIO
Clambering the walls to eye bim: stalls, bulks,
windows, LANUS, crowned with an oaken Garland ; with
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd Captains, Soldiers, and a Herald.
With variable complexions; all agreeing Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius In earnestness to see him: seldil-shown fiadid fight
mens Within Corioli' gates : where he hath won, Do press among the popular throngs, and puff With fame, a name to Caius Marcius ; these To win a vulgar station :** our veil'd dames In honour follows, Coriolanus :
Commit the war of white and damask, in Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Their nicely-gawdedit cheeks, to the wanton
spoil Al. Welcome to Rome, renowned Corio-or Phæbüs' burning kisses: such a pother, lanus !
As if that whatsoever god, who leads him, Cor. Nomore of this, it does offend my heart; Were slyly crept into his human powers, Pray now, no more.
And gave him graceful posture. Com. Look, Sir, your mother,
Sic. On the sudden,
I warrant him consul.
[Kneels. During his power, go sleep. Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;
Sic. He cannot temperately transport his My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
will By deed-achieving honour newly nam’d, From where he should begin, and end; but What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee? Lose those that he hath won. But I, thy wife.
Bru. In that there's comfort. Cor. My gracioust silence, hail !
Sic. Doubt not, the commoners, for whom Would'st thou have laugh'd, had I come cof
we stand, fin'd home,
But they, upon their ancient malice, will That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, Forget, with the least cause, these his new Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
stion And mothers that lack sons.
Which that he'll give them, make as little quesMen. Now the gods crown thee !
As he is proud to do't. Cor. And live you yet?-O my sweet lady, Bru. I heard him swear, pardon.
To VALERIA. Were he to stand for consul, never would be Vol. I know not where to turn :-O welcome Appear i'the market-place, nor on him put bome;
The naplessti vesture of humility; And welcome, general ;--And you are wel. Nor, showing (as the manner is) his wounds come all.
To the people, beg their stinking breaths. Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I Sic. "Tis right. could weep,
Telcome: Bru. It was his word: 0, he would miss it, And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy:
rather A curse begin at very root of his heart, Than carry it, but by the suit o'the gentry to That is not glad to see thee! You are three, And the desire of the nobles.
[hím, That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith | Sic. I wish no better, of men,
Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it We have some old crab-trees here at home, In execution. that will not
Bru. "Tis most like, he will. Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, war c. Itshall be to him
, as our go
wills We call a nettle, but a nettle; and (riors: A sure destruction. The faults of fools, but folly.
Bru. So it must fall out Com. Ever right.
To him, or our authorities. For an end, Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
* Fit. + Maid. Best linen. Soiled with Her, Give way there, and go on.
sweat and smoke. Seldom. | Priests. ** Common standing-place.
H Adorned Flourish on cornete. '+ Graceful.