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I wish you mnch mirt':.
'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Val. Well, then farewell.
(E.reunt. Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like.
[He enters the gates, and is shut in. SCENE IV.-Before Corioli. Enter with drum and
1 Sol. Fool-bardiness; not I. colours, Marcius, Titus Lartius, Oljicers, and Sob
Nor I. diers. To them a Messenger.
See, they Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager, they have met. Have shut him in.
[Alarum continuts. Lart. My horse to yours, no.
To the pot, I warrant him. Mar. 'Tis done.
Enter Titus Lartius. Lart.
Agreed. Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?
Lart. What is become of Marcius ? Mes. They lie in view ; but bave not spoke as yet.
Slain, sir, doubtless. Lart. So, the good horse is uniue.
1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Mar.
I'll buy him of you.
With them he enters : who, upon the sudden, Lart. No, 1°H nor sell, nor give him: lend you him, Clapp'd-to their gates; he is himself alone,
To answer all the city. I will,
O noble fellow!
Who, sensible, ontdares his senseless sword,
Within this mile and half. And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Marcius! Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, They sound a parley. Enter on the walls, some Sera Thou mad'st thine enemies sbake, as if the world tors, and others.
Were feverous, and did tremble. - Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
Re-enter Marcius bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little, Hark, our drums
1 Sol. Look, sir. [Alarums afar off
Lart. 'Tis Marcius : Are bringing ferth our youth: We'll break our walis,
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,
[They fight, and all enter the city. Which yit seem sout, we have but pinuil with rushes;
SCENE V.Mithin the Town. A Street. They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far oil';
Enter [Other alarums,
certain Romans, with spoils. There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome. Aragtigst your eluven array:
2 Rom. And I this. Mar. O, they are at it!
3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. Lart. Their noise be our instruction.–Ladders, ho !
[ Alarum continues still afar 01. The Volccs enter and pass over the stage. Enter Marcius, and Titus Lartius, with a trumpet. Mar. They fear is not, but issue forth their city. Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their hours Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight At a crack'd drachma! Cushions, leaden spoons, With hearts more pruof than shields.-Advance, brave Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, They do dise', in us much beyond our thoughts, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-Down with Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come on, my them.
And hark, what noise the general makes !—To him ;He that retires, I'll take bim for a Volce,
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, And he shall feel mine edge.
Piercing our Romans : Then, valiant Titus, take Alarum, andereunt Romans and Volces fighting. The Convenient numbers to make good the city; Romans are beaten back to their Trenches. Re-enter
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste Marcius.
To help Cominius. Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you,
Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
A second course of fight.
Sir. praise me not: Against the wind a mile ! You souls of geese,
My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well. That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
The blood I drop is rather physical Frum slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and bell!
Than dangerous to me: All burt behind; backs red, and faces pale
To Aufidius thus I will appear, and fight. With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge horne,
Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on;
Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
Prosperity be thy page!
Mar. As they us to our treiches follow'd.
Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. Another Alarum. The Volees and Romans reenter, Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius ! [Exit Mar. and the fight is renewed. The Volres retire into Co -Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; rioli, an4 Marcius folios them to the gates. Call thither all the officers of the town, Sc, cow the gates are ope :- Now prove good seconds : Where they shall know our mind: Away. (Exeunt
SCENE VI.-Nror the camp of Cominius. Enter
Cominius and forces, retrcating.
are come off
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
Though thou speak'st truth,
Mes. Above an hour, my lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile: Briefly, we beard their drums:
Spies of the Volces
Come I too late?
Come I too late?
Oh ! let me clip you
Flower of warriors,
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees :
Where is that slave,
Let him alone;
But how prevailid you?
Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fougtit,
As I guess, Martius,
I do beseech you,
Through I could wish
Those are they
up in their arms, and cast tip their con
March on, my felloes;
[E. SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. Titus Larties,
having set a Guard upon Corioli, going witho Dres
Lart. So, let the ports be guarded: Keep your doors
Fear riot our care, sir.
SCENE VII.- A Field of Battle between the Re
and the Volcian Camps. Alorum. Enter Marcia
Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate the
We hate alike;
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's daw,
If Ify, Marvin
Halloo me like a bare.
Mar. May these same instruments, which you proMar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
fane, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall And made what work I pleas'd : 'Tis not my blood,
l' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Wherein thou seest me mask d ; for thy revenge,
Made all of false-faced soothing! When steel grows Wrench up thy power to the highest.
Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Auf
Wert thou the Hector,
An overture for the wars !-No more, I say ; That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled,
Or foil'd some debile wretch,-which, without notez Thou should'st not seape me here[They fight, and certain Volces come to the aid Here's many else have done,-you shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical ; Oficious, and not valiant-you have shaind me
As if I lov'd, my little should be dieted
In praises sauc'd with lies. In your condemned seconds.
Too modest are you ; [Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius.
More cruel to your good report, than grateful SCENE IX-The Roman Camp. Alarum. A re
To us that give you truly: by your patience, trcat is sounded. Flourish. Enter at one side, Co. If 'gainst yourself you be incens’d, we'll put you minius, and Romans; at the other side, Marcius, l (Like one that means his proper harm,) in manacles,
Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known, with his arm in a scars, and other Romans.
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Wears this war's garland : in token of the which Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles ; With all his triın belonging; and, from this time, Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, For what he did before Corioli, call him, I'the end, admire ; where ladies shall be frighted, With all the applause and clamour of the bost, And, gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the dull tri. CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS.buves,
Bear the addition nobly ever! That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
(Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. Shall say, against their hearts,-We thank the gods, All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Our Rome hath such a soldier !
Cor. I will go wash; Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush, or no: How beit, I thank you.
To undercrest your good addition, .
To the fairness of my power. Had'st thou beheld
So, to our tent: Mar.
Pray now, no more. My mother, || Where, ere we do repose us, we will write Who has a charter to extol her blood,
To Rome of our success.-You, Titus Lartius, When she does praise me, grieves me.
Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome I have done as you have done ; that's what I can :
The best, with whom we may articulate, Indued, as you have been ; that's for my country:
For their own good, and ours.
Lart. He, that bas but effected his good will,
I shall, my lord, Hath overta'en mine act.
Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now Com. You shall not be
Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg The grave of your deserving ; Rome must know
of my lord general. The value of her own : 'were a concealment
Take it: 'tis yours.-What is't? Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, To hide your doings; and to silence that,
At a poor man's house; he usd me kindly Which to the spire and top of praises vouchd,
He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; Would seem but modest : Therefore, I beseech you,
But then Aufidius was within my view, (In sign of what you are, not to reward
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you What you have done,) before our army hear me.
To give my poor host freedom. Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they start
O, well begge! To hear themselves remember'd.
Were he the butcher of my son, he should Сот.
Should they not?
Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
Lart. Marcius, his name?
Cor. And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses
By Jupiter, forgot :(Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store,) of all
I am weary; yea, my memory is tird.The treasure, in this tield achiev'd, and city,
Have we no wine here? We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth,
Go we to our tent: Before the common distribution, at
The blood upon your visage dries : 'tis time Your only choice.
It should be look'd to: come.
[Exeunt. I thank you, general ; But cannot make my heart consent to take
SCENE X.-The Camp of the Volccs. A Flourish. A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius, bloody, with two And stand upon my common part with those
or three Soldicts. That have beheld the doing.
The town is ta’en! [A long flourish. They all cry, Marcius! Marcius! 1 Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. cast up their caps and lances : Cominius and Lar Auf. Condition sius stand bare.
I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Vulce, be that I am.--Condition !
at your pleasures; at the least, if you take it as a plear What good condition can a treaty find
sure to you, in being so. You blame Marxius for be l' the part that is at merey? Five times, Marcius, ing proud ? I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me; Bru. We do it not alone, sir. And would'st do so, I think, should we encounter Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for your As ofteu as we eat.-By the elements,
helps are many; or else your actions would grow If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
wondrous single : your abilities are too infant-like, for He is mine, or I am his. Mine ennulation
doing inuich alone. You talk of pride: 0, that you Hath not that honoar in't, it had; for where
could turn your eyes towards the napes of your nicks, I thought w crush him in an equal force,
and make but an interior survey of your good selves! (True sword to sword.) I'll potch at lim some way; O, that you could! Or wrath, or craft, may get him.
Bru. What then, sir? 1 Sol.
He's the devil.
Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of upAuf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My valour's || meriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias, fools) poison'd,
as any in Rome. With only suffering stain by him; for him
Sic. Menenius. you are known well enough to Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor capitol,
one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of ube The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, laying Tyber in't; said to be something imperfect, in Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
favouring the first complaint: hasty, and tinderlike, Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
upon too uivial motion: one that converses more with My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the At home, upon my brother's guard, even there morning. What I think, I utter; and spend my ual. Aguinst the hospitable canon, would I
ice in my breath : Metting two such weals-nen ss you Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the city; || are, (I camot call you Lycurguses.) if the drink you Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must gave me, touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked Be hostages for Rome.
face at it. I cannot say your worships have delivered 1 Sol. Will not you go?
the matter well, when I find the ass is compound with Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove ;
the major part of your syllables: and though I must I pray you,
be content to bear with those that say you are intre ('Tis south the city mills.) bring me word thither
end grave inen; yet they lie deadly, that tell, tog How the world goes; that to the pace of it
have good faces. If you see this in the map of ray I may spur on my journey.
microcosm, follows it, that I am known well enough 1 Sol. I shall, sir, [Eacunt. 100? What barn: can your bisson consp-couities glean
out of this character, il I be known well enongh wo?
Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. ACT II.
Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor ans
thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and SCENE 1.-Rome. A public Place. Enter Mencni Igs; you wear out a good wholesome forencon, in us, Sicipius, and Brutus,
hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a foseta Menenius.
seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three-penet THE augurer tells me, we shall have news to-night. to a second day of audience.- When you are hearinga Bru. Good, or bad?
matter between party and party, if yon chance to be Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for i pipelied with the colic, you make faces like muminens they love not Marcius.
set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love?
bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: all the Sic. Thxlamb.
peace you make in their cause, is, calling both die Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians parties knaves: You are a pair of strange anes. would the noble Marcius.
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.
perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bencher Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb.
in the capitol. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they
shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are, Both Trib. Well, sir.
When you speak best uuto the purpose, it is not wortha Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you
the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve two have not in abundance?
not so honourable a grave as to stuit a botcher's eusk Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all. ion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet jou Sic. Especially, in pride.
niust be saying, Marciús is proud ; who, in a cheapest Bru. And topping all others in boasting.
timation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deck Men. This is strange now: Do you two know how Jion ; though, peradventure, some of the best of theta you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the were hereditary hangmen. Good e'en to your war right-hand file? Do you?
ships; more of your conversation would infert mig Both Trib. Why, how are we censurd ?
brwin, being the heroismen of the beastly plebeians; I Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will you not
will be boldl w tabe my leave of
you. be angry?
[Brutus and Sicinius retire to the back of the scene Boch Trib. Well, well, sir, well.
Enter Volumuia. Virgilia, and Valeria, ca Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little How wow, my as fair as noble ladier, faird the moon, thicf of occasion will rob you of a great deal of pr. were she earthly, no nobler,) whiter do you follow ucnec: give your disposition the reins, and be angry
your eyes so fast?
Pol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius ap In honour follows, Coriolanus :proaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! (Flourishan Mea. Ha! Marcius coming home?
All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Ve!. Ay, worthy Menenius ; and with most prosper Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; ous approbation.
Pray now, no more. Nen. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee: Com.
Look, sir, your mother,Hoo! Marcius coming home!
O! TToo Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods Vel. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath || For my prosperity.
[kneelle another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at Vol.
Nay, my good soldier, up; bone for you.
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and Men. I will make my very house reel tonight:-A By deed-achieving honour newly nam’d, letter for me?
What is it? Coriolanus must I call thee?
My gracious silence, hail! en years' health ; in which time I will make a lip at Wouldst thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd home, the physician: the most sovereign prescription in Ga- That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah, my dear, len is but empiricutic, and to this preservative, of no || Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, better report than a horse-drench. Is he not wound- | And mothers that lack sons. ed? he was wont to come home wounded.
Now the gods crown thee ! Vir. O, no, no, no.
Cor. And live you yet?-0 my sweet lady, pardon. Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't.
(To Valeria. Men. So do I too, if it be not too much :-Brings 'a Vol. I know not where to turn :- welcome home; victory in his pocket ?- The wounds become him. And welcome, general ;-And you are welcome all.
Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time Men. A hundred thousaud welcomes: I could weep, home with the oaken garland.
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Welcome: Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? A curse begin at very root of his heart,
Pol. Titus Lartius writes,-they fought together, | That is not glad to see thee!-- You are three, but Aufidius got off.
That Rome should dote on : yet, by the faith of men, Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him We have some old erab-trees here at home, that will not that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors : so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the goll' We call a nettle, but a nettle; and that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this? The faults of fools, but folly. Vel. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the senate Com.
Ever right. has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son Cor. Menenius, ever, ever. the whole name of the war: he hath in this actiou out. Fler. Give way there, and go on. done his former deeds doubly.
Your hand, and yours Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
[To his Wife and Mother. Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not with Ere in our own house I do shade my head, out his true parchasing.
The good patricians must be visited ; Vir. The gods grant them true!
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings, Vol. True ? pow, wow.
But with them change of honours. Men. True? I'U be sworn they are true :-Where is Vol.
I have livel he wounded ?-God save your good worships! [To the To see inherited my very wishes, Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is coming || And the buildings of my fancy: Only there home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he Is one thing waming, wbich I doubt not, but wounded?
Our Rome will cast upon thee. Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: There will Cor.
Know, good mother. be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall I had rather be their servant in my way, stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Than sway with them in theirs. Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body.
On, to the capitol Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, there's [Flourish. Cornets. Excunt in state as before. nine that I know.
The Tribunes remains Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights wounds upon him.
Are spectacled to see him : Your prattling nurse Men. Now it's twenty-seven : every gash was an Into a rapture lets her baby cry, enemy's grave: [A shout, and flourish.] Hark! the While she chats him : the kitchen malkin pins trumpets!
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him Clambering the walls toeye him: stalls, bulks, windows, He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears ; Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors d Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm dutha lie ; With variable complexions; all agreeing Which being advancd, declines ; and then men die. In earnestness to see him : seld-shown flamens A Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter Cominjus, and
Do press among the popular tlırongs, and putf
To win a vulgai stations : our veild dames Titus Lartius ; between them, Coriolanus, cr ned with an ouken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, and Their nicely gawded cheeks, to the wanton spuit
Commit the war of white and damask, in a Herald.
of Phæbüs burning kisses: such a pother, Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight | As if that what souver god, who leads him, Within Corioli' gates; where he hath won,
Were slily crept into his human pwers, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius ; these
And gave him graceful posture.