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2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broiled and eaten him too.
1 Serv. But more of thy news?
3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o'the table: no question asked him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's band, and turns But the up the white o'the eye to his discourse. bottom of the news is, our general is cut i'the middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday; for the other was half, by the entreaty, and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and sowle" the porter of Rome gates by the ears: He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polled.+
2 Serv. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.
3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, Sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which
Cor. You bless me, gods!
Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou friends, Sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, Sir,) show themselves (as we term it,) his friends, wilt have whilst he's in directitude. The leading of thine own revenges, The one half of my commission; and set downAs best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. 1 Serv. [Advancing.] Here's a strange alteration!
2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.
1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, Sir, a kind of face, methought,-I cannot tell how to term it. 1 Serv. He had so: looking as it were,'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i'the world.
Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.
Serv. Worth six of him.
1 Serv. Directitude? what's that?
3 Serv. But when they shall see, Sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.
1 Serv. I think he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.
2 Serv. Who? my master?
1 Serv. But when goes this forward?
3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shali have the drum struck up this afternoon : 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
2 Serv. Why then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed balladmakers.
1 Serv. Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy: mulled, ¶ deaf, sleepy, insensible: a getter of more bastard children, than war's a destroyer of men.
2 Serv. 'Tis so and as wars, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.
1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men bate one another.
1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.
2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how
1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too.
3 Serv. O slaves, I can tell you news: news,
1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake. 3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations: I had as lieve be a condemned man.
1 Years of age.
3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising.
All. In, in, in, in.
SCENE VI.-Rome.-A Public place.
Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear
His remedies are tame i'the present peace
1. 2. Serv. Wherefore? wherefore?
3 Serr. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,-Caius Marcius.
1 Serv. Why do you say thwack our general ? 3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him.
2 Serv. Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him
say so himself.
1 Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and notched him like a carbonado.]
Bru. We stood to't in good time.
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: Oh! he is grown most [kind Of late.-Hail, Sir !
Men. Hail to you both?
Sic. Your Coriolanus, Sir, is not much miss'd, stand; But with his friends; the common-wealth doth
And so would do, were he more angry at it. Men. All's well; and might have been much better, if
He could have temporiz'd.
+ Cut clear. ! Rumour.
Sic. And affecting one sole throne,
1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on
Are bound to pray for you both
Sic. Live, and thrive!
Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd What lay before them.
Men. I think not so.
Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation,
Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and
Ed. Worthy tribunes,
There is a slave whom we have put in prison,
Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment,
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world:
Which were inshell'd, when Marcius stood † for
And durst not once peep out.
Sic. Come, what talk you
Men. Cannot be !
We have record, that very well it can;
Sic. Tell not me:
I know this cannot be.
Bru. Not possible.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are
All to the senate house: some news is come,
Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his rais-
Mess. Yes, worthy Sir,
The slave's report is seconded; and more,
Your Rome about your ears.
Did shake down mellow fruit: You have made
Bru. But is this true, Sir?
Com. Ay; and you'll look pale
Bru. Go see this rumoarer whipp'd. It can- Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly revolt ; and, who resist,
The Volsces dare break with us.
Sic. What more fearful?
Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
+ Stood up in its defence.
Enter another MESSENGER.
Upon our territories; and have already,
Com. Oh! you have made good work!
Com. You have holp to ravish your own daugh ters, and
To melt the city leads upon your pates;
To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses—~
Your franchises, whereon you stood confin'd
Men. Pray now, your news?—
You have made fair work, I fear me :-Pray,
If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,-
He is their god; he leads them like a thing
Men. You have made good work,
You and your apron men; you that stood so much
The breath of garlic-eaters ?
Com. He will shake
Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame
Your enemies, and his, find something in him.
Com. Who shall ask it?
The tribunes cannot do't for shame : the people
Men. 'Tis true:
If he were putting to my house the brand
You and your crafts! you have crafted fair I
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
Tri. Say not, we brought it.
Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but
• Unite. + A small round hole an angre is a * Mechanics. Revolt carpenter's tool. with pleasure.
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
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.
Enter a troop of CITIZENS.
To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome,
Men. Here comes the clusters.--
A noble servant to them; but he could not
Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry
Lieu. Yet I wish, Sir,
(I mean for your particular,) you had not
Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure,
What I can urge against him. Although it seems,
Pack, alluding to a pack of hounds.
Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down :
Even with the same austerity and garb
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. [Exeunt.
I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
Till he had forg'd himself a name i'the fire
A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
Com. I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
Conld he say less?
on bell any
he sits down
You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
In this so never-heeded help, yet do not
More than the instant army we can make,
Might stop our countryman.
Men. Well, and say that Marcins
Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
Men. No; I'll not meddle.
Sic. I pray you, go to him.
Men. What should I do?
Bru. Only make trial what your love can do Have almost stamp'd the leasing: Therefore,
But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
Sic. Yet your good will
Must have that thanks from Rome, after the mea
As you intended well.
Men. Pil undertake it:
I think he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip,
Men. Good faith, I'll prove him,
Speed how it will. I shall ere long have
ledge Of my success.
Com. He'll never hear him.
Com. I tell you; he does sit in gold his eye
Unless his noble mother, and his wife,
For mercy to his country-Therefore, let's hence,
Men. Has he dined, can'st thou tell? for I would not speak with him till after dinner. 1 G. You are a Roman, are you? Men. I am as thy general is.
1 G. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans
Till he be dieted to my request,
And then I'll set upon him.
Bru. You know the very road into his kindness, of old women, the virginal palms of your daugh
And cannot lose your way.
ters, or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as you seem to be? Can you know-think to blow out the intended fire your city is
ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; therefore back to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
Enter to them, MENENIUS.
1 G. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your naine Is not here passable.
Men. I tell thee, fellow,
Thy general is my lover: I bave been
The book of his good acts, whence men have read
(Of whom he's chief,) with all the size that
Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,
I have tumbled past the throw; and, in his
You'll speak with Coriolanus.
Men. Good my friends,
If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
I must have leave to pass.
1 G. 'Faith, Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back.
Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always factionary on the party of your general.
2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you say you have) I am one that, telling true under him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.
Cor. What's the matter?
Men. Now you companion, ** I'll say an erSCENE II-An advanced Post of the Vol-rand for you; you shall know now that I am in seian Camp, before Rome. The GUARD at estimation; you shall perceive that a Jack t their Stations. guardant cannot office me from my son Corio. lanus: guess, but by my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st not i'the state of hanging, or of some death more long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering: behold now presently, and
1 G. Stay: Whence are you?
2 G. Stand, and go back.
Men. You guard like men; 'tis well: But, by swoon for what's to come upon thee.-The glo
I am an officer of state, and come
To speak with Coriolanus.
rious gods sit in hourly synod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does! O my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come
1 G. From whence?
Men. From Rome.
1 G. You may not pass, you must return: our to thee; but being assured none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs and conjure thee to pardon
2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire, Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen.
good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would use me with estimation.
2 G. Come, my captain knows you not.
1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go, lest I let forth your half pint of blood; -back,-that's the utmost of your having :back.
Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,
Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not.
My | In supplication nod: and my young boy
Great nature cries, Deny not.-Let the Volsces
Are servanted to others: Though I owe
Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Take this along: I writ it for thy sake,
[Gives a Letter. And would have sent it. Another word, nenius,
1 will not hear thee speak.-This man, Aufidius, Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'stAuf. You keep a constant temper.
Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang'd lakes you think so.
Cor. Like a dull actor now,
Me-I have forgot my part, and I am out,
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFID. 1 G. Now, Sir, is your name Menenius? 2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: You know the way home again.
1 G. Do you hear how we are shent + for keeping your greatness back?
2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to
Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, you are so slight. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another. Let your general do his worst. you, be that you are long; and your misery increase with vour age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away! [Exit.
1 G. A noble fellow, I warrant him. 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: He is the rook, the oak not to be wind-shaken.
SCENE III.-The Tent of CORIOLANUS.
Set down our host.-My partner in this action,
Auf. Only their ends
You have respected; stopp'd your ears against
Cor. This last old man,
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
The first conditions, which they did refuse,
Vir. My lord and busband!
Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in
Of thy deep duty more impression show
Vol. Oh! stand up bless'd!
Your knees to me? to your corrected son
Vol. Thou art my warrior:
I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
Cor. The god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
To shame unvulnerable, and stick i'the wars
Vol. Your knee, Sirrah.
Cor. That's my brave boy.
Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Are suitors to you.
Cor. I beseech you, peace:
Or, if you'd ask, remember this before:
The things I have forsworn to grant, may never
Again with Rome's mechanics: Tell me not
Vol. Oh! no more, no more!
For we have nothing else to ask, but that
And state of bodies would bewray what life