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Com. Hear me, my masters, and my com- Cor. What, what, what!
[mother, mon friends;
I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, Com. Let me speak:
If you had been the wife of Hercules, I have been consul, and can show from* Rome, Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love Your busband so much sweat.--Cominius, My country's good, with a respect more tender, Droop not; adieu :-Farewell, my wife! my More holy, and profound, than mine own life,
mother! My dear wife's estimate,t her womb's increase, I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius, And treasure of my loins; then if I would, Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, Speak that
And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime Sic. We know your drist: Speak what?
general, Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft bebeld banish’d,
Heart-hard’ning spectacles; tell these sad As enemy to the people, and his country:
women, It shall be so.
'Tis fond* to wail inevitable strokes, [well, Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so.
As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot
Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone
That starts i'the way before thee.
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with
[us, For you, the city, thus I turn my back: Where thou shalt rest, that thou may’st hear of There is a world elsewhere.
And we of thee; so, if the time thrust forth (Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENE. A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
NIUS, SENATORS, and PATRICIANS. O'er the vast world, to seek a single man;
Cor. Fare ye well :
[full [The People shout, and throw up their Caps. Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow of the wars' surseits, to go rove with one him,
That's yet unbruis'd : bring me but out at As he hath follow'd you, with all despite;
gate. Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Come, my sweet wise, my dearest mother, and Attend us through the city.
My friends of noble touch,ll when I am forth, Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you,
come: The gods preserve our noble tribunes !-Come. While I remain above the ground, you shall
(Exeunt. Hear from me still; and never of me aught ACT IV.
But what is like me formerly.
Men. That's worthily
If I could shake off but one seven years
I'd with thee every foot.
Cor. Give me thy baud:
SCENE JI.-The same.-A Street near the
Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll
no farther. -
The nobility are vex’d, who, we see, have sided
Bru. Now we have shown our power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing.
Sic. Bid them home:
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.
Bru. Dismiss them home. [Exit Ædile.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Here comes his mother.
I Noblest | Subduod. 1 The government of the people.
# True metal
Sic. Let's not meet her.
| SCENE III.-A highway between Rome and Bru. Why?
Antium. Sic. They say, she's mad.
Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Bru. They have ta'en note of us: Keep on your way.
Rom. I know yon well, Sir, and you know Vôl. O, you're well met: The boarded plague me: your name I think, is Adrian. o'the gods
Vol. It is, so, Sir: truly, I have forgot you. Requite your love!
Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, Nen. Peace, peace; be not so loud.
as you are, against them: Know you me yet? Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should Vol. Nicanor? No. hear,
Rom. The same, Sir. Nay, and you shall hear some.- Will you be Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw
[To Brutus. you; but your favour* is well appeared by your Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sicin.] I would, iongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a I had the power
note from the Volcian state, to find you out To say so to my husband.
there: You have well saved me a day's jourSic. Are you mankind ? Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame?-Note but Rom. There hath been in Rome strange inthis fool.
surrection: the people against the sepators, Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship* patricians, and nobles. To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state Than thou hast spoken words?
thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preSic. O blessed heavens !
paration, and hope to come upon them in the Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wis heat of their division. words;
Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what;- small thing would make it fame again. For
the nobles receive so to heart the banishment Nay but thou shalt stay too :-I would my of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a
ripe aptness, to take all power from the peoWere in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, ple, and to pluck from them their tribunes for His good sword in his hand.
ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is Sic. What then?
almost mature for the violent breaking out. Vir. What then?
Vol. Coriolanus banished? He'd make an end of thy posterity.
Rom. Banished, Sir. Vol. Bastards, and all.
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelliGood man, the wounds that he does bear for
gence, Nicanor. Rome!
Rom. The day serves well for them pow. I Men. Come, come, peace.
have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a Sic. I would he had continu'd to his coun- man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her As he began; and not unknit himself [try, husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will The noble knot he made.
appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Bru. I would he had.
Coriolanus, being now in no request of his Vol. I would he had? 'Twas you incens'd country. the rabble:
Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have As I can of those mysteries which heaven ended my business, and I will merrily accomWill not have earth to know,
pany you home. Bru. Pray, let us go.
Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone:
you most strange things from Rome; all tendYou have done a brave deed. Ere you go, ing to the good of their adversaries. Have you hear this:
an army ready, say you ? As far as doth the Capitol exceed
Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and The meanest house in Rome: so far, my son, their charges, distinctly tilleted, already in (This lady's husband here, this, do you see,) the entertainment,t and to be on foot at an Whom you have banish’d, does exceed you hour's warning. all.
Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
and am the man, I think, that shall set them Sic. Why stay we to be baited
in present action. So, Sir, heartily wel met, With one that wants her wits?
and most glad of your company. Vol. Take my prayers with you.
Vol. You take my part from me, Sir; I have I would the gods had nothing else to do, the most cause to be glad of yours. [Exeunt TRIBUNES. Rom. Well, let us go together.
(Exeunt. But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them But once a day, it would unclog my heart SCENE IV.-Antium.—Before AUFIDIUS' Of what lies heavy to't.
House, Men. You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup Enter CORIOLanus, in mean Apparel, disguised with me?
and muffted. Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.–Come let's 'Tis I that made thy widows; many an heir
Cor. A goodly city is this Antium: City, Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars (pot; In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.
Have I beard groan, and drop: then know me Men. Fie, fie, fie!
best that thy wives with spits, and boys with
stopes, • Mean cunning
+ la pay.
Enter a CITIZEN.
Cor. A gentleman.
3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. In puny battle slay me.-Save you, Sir. Cit. And you.
Cor. True, so I am. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,
3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up
some other station; here's no place for you; Where great Aufidius lies: Is he in Antium?
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, pray you, avoid: come. At his house this night.
Cor. Follow your function, go!
And batten* on cold bits. [Pushes him away. Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech you? Cit. This, here, before you.
3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr’ythee, tell Cor. Thank you, Sir; farewell.
my master what a strange guest he has here. 2 Sery, And I shall.
[Erit. [Exit Citizen.
3 Serv. Where dwellest thou? O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast
Cor. Under the canopy.
3 Serv. Under the canopy? Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Cor. Ay. Whose hours, whose bed, wbose meal, and
3 Serv. Where's that? exercise,
Cor. I'the city of kites and crows. Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
3 Sero. I'the city of kites and crows?Unseparable, shall within this hour,
What an ass it is!—Then thou dwellest with On a dissention of a doit,* break out
daws too? To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes,
Cor. No, I serve not thy master. Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep
3 Serv. How, Sir! Do you meddle with my
master? To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear meddle with thy mistress :
Cur. Ay; 'tis an honester service than to friends,
Thou prat’st, and prat’st; serve with thy And interjoin their issues. So with me:
[Beats him away. My birth-place hate 1, and my love's upon This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay ine, He does fair justice; if he give me way,
Enter AUFIDIUS and the second SERVANT. I'll do his country service.
Auf. Where is this fellow? SCENE V.-The same.-A Hall in AUFIDIUS'
2 Serv. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like House.
a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.
Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest Music within. Enter a SERVANT.
thou? Thy name? 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is Why speak’st not? Speak, man: What's thy here! I think our fellows are asleep. (Exit.
name? Cor. If, Tullus,
[Unmuffling: Enter another SERVANT.
Not yet thou know’st me, and seeing me, dost 2 Ser. Where's Cotus! my master calls for Think me for the man I am, necessity (not bim. Cotus!
[Erit. Commands me name myself.
Auf. What is thy name? (SERVANTS retire. Enter CORIOLANI'S.
Cor. A name unmusical io the Volcians' Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells And harsh in sound to thine. [ears, well: but I
Auf. Say, what's thy name? Appear not like a guest.
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's Re-enter the first Servant.
[name? 1 Sero. What would you have, friend? Thou show'st a noble vessel: What's thy Whence are you? Here's no place for you:
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st Pray, go to the door.
thou me yet? Cor. I have desery'd no better entertain
Auf. I know thee not :-Thy name? In being Coriolanus.t
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath
done Re-enter second SERVANT.
To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, 2 Serv. Whence are you, Sir ? Has the por- Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may ter bis eyes in his head, that he gives entrance My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service, to such companions ?t Pray, get you out. The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood Cor. Away!
Shed for my thankless country, are requited 2 Sero. Away? Get you away.
But with that surname; a good memory,t Cor. Now thou art troublesome.
And witness of the malice and displeasure 2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you Which thou should’st bear me: only that name talked with anon.
The cruelty and envy of the people, Enter a third SERVANT. The first meets him. Permitted by our dastard nobles, who 3-Serv. What fellow's this?
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; I Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on :
And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be I cannot get him out o'the house: Pr’ythee, Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity call my master to him.
Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of 3 Sero. What have you to do here, fellow?
hope, Pray you, avoid the house.
Mistake me not, to save my life; for if Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your I had fear's death, of all the men i'the world hearth.
I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, 3 Serv. What are you?
To be full quit of those my banishers,
Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast A small coin. + Having derived that name from Corioli. Fellows.
A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those
[E.reunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. Of shame seen through thy country, speed 1 Serv. [/Advancing.) Here's a strange alterathee straight,
tion! And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have That my revengeful services may prove strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind As benefits to thee; for I will fight
gave me, his clothes made a false report of Against my canker'd country with the spleen him. Of all the undert fiends. But if so be
1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more me about with his finger and his thumb, as one fortunes
would set up a top. Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there Longer to live most weary, and present was something in him: He had, Sir, a kind of My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: face, methought,- I cannot tell how to term it. Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool; 1 Serv. He had so: looking as it were, Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast; was more in him than I could think. And cannot live but to thy shame, unless 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn : He is simply It be to do thee service.
the rarest man i'the world. Auf. 0, Marcius, Marcius,
1 Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from than he, you wot* one.
2 Sero. Who? my master? A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter (say, 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and 2 Serv. Worth six of him. 'Tis true: I'd not believe them more than thee, 1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him All noble Marcius.—0, let me twine : to be the greater soldier. Mine arms about that body, where against 2 Sero. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, to say that: for the defence of a town, our And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I general is excellent. clipg
1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too. The anvil of my sword; and do contest, As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
Re-enter third SERVANT. As ever in ambitious strength I did
3 Serv. (), slaves, I can tell you news, news, Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, you rascals. I lov'd the maid I married; never man
1. 2. Serv. What, what, what ? let's partake. Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, 3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all paThou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, tions; I had as lieve be a condemned map. Than when I first my wedded mistress saw 1. 2. Serv. Wherefore? wherefore? Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! 1 3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to tell thee,
thwack our general,-Caius Marcius. We have a power on foot; and I had purpose 1 Serv. Why do you say thwack our general? Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,|| 3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; Or lose mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me but he was always good enough for him. outf
2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: Twelve several times, and I have nightly since he was ever too hard for him; I have beard Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; him say so himself. We have been down together in my sleep, 1 Sero. He was too hard for him directly, to Unbuckling belms, fisting each other's throat, say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy him and notched him like a carbonado. Marcius,
2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all might have broiled and eaten him too.
i Serv. But, more of thy news? From twelve to seventy;** and, pouring war 3 Sero. Why, be is so made on here within, Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upLike a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in, per end o’the table: no question asked him by And take our friendly senators by the hands; any of the senators, but they stand bald before Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, him: Our general himself makes a mistress of Who am prepar'd against your territories, him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns Though not for Rome itself. Cor. You bless me, gods!
up the white o'the eye to his discourse. But
the bottom of the news is, our general is cut Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou i'the middle, and but one half of what he was wilt have
yesterday; for the other has balf, by the en.' The leading of thine own revenges, take treaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, The one half of my commission; and set down, he says, and sowlet the porter of Rome gales As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st by the ears: He will now down'all before Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine him, and leave his passage polled. own ways:
2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, I can imagine. Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: Let me commend thee first to those that shall friends, Sir, (as it were,) durst not look you,
Sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! Sir,) show themselves as we term it,) his And more a friend than e'er an enemy; friends, whilst be's in directitude. Resentment. + Injuries. Infernal. | Embrace. * Know.
+ Meat cut across to be brulled. y Arin. I Full, ** Years of age.
1 Sero. Directitude! what's that?
Sic. Live, and thrive!
Cit. Now the gods keep you!
Both Tri. Farewell, farewell, 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You
(Exeunt Citizens. shall have the drum struck up this afternoon : Sic. This is a happier and more comely lis, as it were, a parcelt of their feast, and to
time, be executed ere they wipe their lips.
Than when these fellows ran about the streets, 2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring Crying, Confusion. world again. This peace is nothing, but to Bru. Caius Marcius was ruet iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad- A worthy officer i'the war; but insolent, makers.
O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all think1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds Self-loving,
[ing, peace, as far as day does night ; it's spritely, Sic. And affecting one sole throne, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is Without assistance.* a very apoplexy, lethargy: mulled, 5 deaf, Men. I think not so. sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentachildren, than war's a destroyer of men.
tion, 2 Serv. 'Tis so: and as wars, in some sort, If he had gone forth consul, found it so. may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and denied, but peace is a great maker of cuc- Sits safe and still without him. (Rome kolds. 1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one an
Are entered in the Roman territories;
[Exeunt. And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before them.
Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, Enter Sicinius and BRUTUS.
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world: Sä. We hear not of him, neither need we which were ipshell’d, when Marcius stoodt fear him;
(had, Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It canBlush, that the world goes well; who rather
[going We have record, that very well it can; Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and And three examples of the like have been About their functions friendly.
Within my age. But reasont with the fellow,
Before you punish bim, where he heard this: Enter MENENIUS.
Lest you should chance to whip your informaBru. We stood to't in good time. Is this and beat the messenger who bids beware
of what is to be dreaded.
Sic. Tell not me :
[kind I know, this cannot be.
Bru. Not possible.
Enter a MESSENGER.
going better, if
All to the senate house : some news is come, He could have temporiz'd.
That turnsý their countenancese
Sic. "Tis this slave;-
(ing! Hear nothing from him.
Mess. Yes, worthy Sir,
The slave's report is seconded, and more,
More fearful is deliver'd.
Sic. What more fearful ?
Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, Bru. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you (How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius, all.
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst 1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children,
Rome; on our knees,
And vows revenge as spacious, as between Are bound to pray for you both.
The young'st and oldest thing.
+ Stood up in its defence, # Rumour.