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SCENE V1. NEAR THE CAMP OF COMINIUS.

Lart. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;

Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, Tby exercise hath been too violent for

Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, A second course of figbt.

To let him slip at will. Mar. Sir, praise me not:

Com. Where is that slave, My work hath not yet warm’d me: fare you well. Which told me they had beat you to your trenches : The blood I drop is rather physical

Where is he? Call him hither. Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus

Mar. Let him alone, I will appear, and fight.

He did inform the truth : but for our gentlemen, Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,

The common file, (a plague !—Tribunes for them!) Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, From rascals worse than they. Prosperity be thy page!

Com. But how prevail'd you ? Mur. Thy friend no less

Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not thinkThan those she placeth highest! So, farewell! Where is the enemy? Are you lords o'the field ?

Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius!— [exit Marcius. If not, why cease you till you are so ?
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market place; Com. Marcius,
Call thither all the officers of the town,

We bave at disadvantage fought, and did
Where they shall know our mind. Away. [exeunt. Retire, to win our purpose.

Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on Enter Cominius and forces, retreating.

which side Com. Breathe you, my friends; well-fought, They have plac'd their men of trust? we are come off

Com. As I guess, Marcius, Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates, Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs, (struck, Of their best trust : o'er them Aufidius, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have Their very heart of hope. By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard

Mar. I do beseech you, The charges of our friends : the Roman gods By all the battles wherein we have fought, Lead their successes as we wish our own; (tering, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun- We have made to endure friends, that you directly Enter a Messenger.

Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates : May give you thankful sacrifice !—Thy news? And that you not delay the present; but,

Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: We prove this very hour. I saw our party to their trenches driven,

Com. Though I could wish And then I came away.

You were conducted to a gentle bath, Com. Though thou speak'st truth, (since? | And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't Deny your asking ; take your choice of those

Mess. Above an hour, my lord. [drums : That best can aid your action.

Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their Mar. Those are they How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour, That most are willing :- If any such be here And bring thy news so late?

(As it were sin to doubt), that love this painting Mess. Spies of the Volces

Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel Lesser his person than an ill report; Three or four miles about; else bad I, sir, If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, Half an hour since brought my report.

And that his country's dearer than himself'; Enter Marcius.

Let him, alone, or so many, so minded, Com. Who's yonder,

Wave thus, (waving his hand] to express his disThat does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods ! And follow Marcius.

(position, He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have

(they all shout, and wave their swords;

take him Before-time seen him thus.

up in their arms, and cast up their caps. Mar. Come I too late ?

(tabor, O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a If these shows be not outward, which of you, More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue, But is four Volces ? None of you, but is From every meaner man's.

Able to bear against the great Aufidius Mar. Come I too late?

A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest But mantled in your own.

Shall bear the business in some other fight, Mar. O! let me clip you

As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; In arms as sound, as when I wood; in heart And four shall quickly draw out my command, As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, Which men are best inclin'd. And tapers burn'd to bedward.

Com. March on, my fellows: Com. Flower of warriors,

Make good this ostentation, and you shall. How is't with Titus Lartius ?

Divide in all with us.

(exeunt. Mar. As with a man basied about decrees :

THE GATES OF COKIOLI. Condemping some to death, and some to exile; Titus Lartius, having set a guard upon Corioli. Ransoming bim, or pitying, threat’ning the other; going with a drum and trumpet toward Cominius

SCENE VII.

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SCENE VIII.

A FIELD OF BATTLE BETWEEN THE

and Caius Marcius, enters with a Lieutenant, a The value of her own: 'twere a concealment party of soldiers, and a scout.

Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, *; Lart. So, let the ports be guarded : keep your To hide your doings; and to silence that, duties,

Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve (In sign of what you are, not to reward For a short holding : if we lose the field,

What you have done), before our army, hear me, We cannot keep the town.

Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they Lieu. Fear not our care, sir.

To hear themselves remember'd.

(smart Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.—

Com. Should they not,
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,

[ereunt. And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses

(Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store), of all ROMAN AND THE VOLSCIAN CAMPS.

The treasure in this field achiev'd, and city,
Alarum; enter Marcius and Aufidius. We render you the tenth ; to be ta'en forth
Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do Before the common distribution, at
Worse than a promise-breaker. [hate thee Your only choice.
Auf. We hate alike;

Mar. I thank you, general;
Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor

But cannot make my heart consent to take More than thy fame and envy: fix thy foot. bribe, to pay my sword : I do refuse it;

Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave, And stand upon my common part with those :) And the gods doom him after !

That have beheld the doing. Auf. If I ily, Marcius,

[a long flourish; they all cry, Marcius! Marcius! Halloo me like a hare.

cast
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and lances : Cominius and Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,

Lartius stand bare. Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,

Mar. May these same instruments, which you And made what work I pleas'd; 'tis not my blood, profane,

E5 46 [shall Wherein thou see'st me mask’d; for thy revenge, Never sound more! When drums and trumpets Wrench up thy power to the highest.

I'the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Auf. Wert thou the Hector,

Made all of false-fac'd soothing: when steel grows That was the whip of your bragg’d progeny, Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Thou shouldst not 'scape me here

An overture for the wars! No more, I say; (they fight, and certain Volces come to the aid of Auf. For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, Officious, and not valiant—you have sham'd me Or foil'd some debile wretch,—which, without note, In your condemn'd seconds.

Here's many else have done,—you shout me forth [exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius. In acclamations hyperbolical; un

As if I lov'd my little should be dieted Alarum; o retreat is sounded. Flourish: enter, at In praises sauc'd with lies.

one side, Cominius and Romans; at the other Com. Too modest are you ; side, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf, and other More cruel to your good report, than grateful Romans.

To us that give you truly: by your patience, na Com. If I should tell thee o'er thisthy day's work, If’gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, (Like one that means his proper harm), in manacles, Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, Asto us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius[known, I'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, Wears this war's garland: in token of the which, And, gladly quak’d, hear more; where the dull My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him tribunes,

With all his trim belongings and, from this time, That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, For what he did before Corioli, call him, Shall say against their hearts-Wethank the gods, With all the applause and clamour of the host, Our Rome hath such a soldier!'.

Caius MARCIUS CORIOLANUS. ¿ Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,

Bear the addition nobly ever! Having fully dined before.

[flourish; trumpets sound, and drums Enter Titus Lartius,with his power, from the pursuit. All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Lart. O general

Cor. I will go wash; Here is the steed, we the caparison :

And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Hadst thou beheld

Whether I blush, or no. Howbeit, I thank you Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother, I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, Who has a charter to extol her blood, [done, To undercrest your good addition,',e **514 * When she does praise me, grieves me. I have To the fairness of my power. As you have done; that's what I can; induc'd Com. So, to our tent: As you have been ; that's for my country ; Where, ere we do repose us, we will write He, that has but effected his good will,

To Rome of our suocess. You, Titus Lartius, Hath overta'en mine act.

Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome

f! Com. You shall not be

The best, with whom we may articulate, The grave of your deserving; Rome must know For their own good, and ours.) HA!!ROSSA

SCENE IX.

TUE ROMAN CAMP.

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Lari. I shall, my lord.

I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat mu;
Cor. The gods begin to mock me. T, that now And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg As often as we eat.-—By the elements,
Of my lord general.

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
Com. Take it: 'tis yours. -— What is't? He is mine, or I am his.—Mine emulation
Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,

Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where
At a poor man's house ; he us’d me kindly: I thought to crush him in an equal force
He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;

(True sword to sword), I'll potch at him some way; But then Aufidius was within my view,

Or wrath, or craft, may get him. And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you

1 Sol. He's the devil. To give my poor host freedom.

! Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: my valour's Com. O, well begg'd!

With only suffering stain by him; for him, (poisou’d, Were he the butcher of my son,' he should | Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. Being naked, sick; nor fane, nor Capitol, Lart. Marcius, bis name?

The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, Cor By Jupiter, forgot :

Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up I am weary; yea, my memory is tird. 13. Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst Have we no wine here?

My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it Com. Go we to our tent:

At home, upon my brother's guard, even there The blood upon your visage dries ; 'tis time Against the hospitable canon, would I It should be look'd to': come.

[ereunt. Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city

Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must A flourish; cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius, bloody, Be hostages for Rome., opion with two or three soldiers.'

1 Sol. Will not you go? Auf. The town is ta’en!

Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: 1 Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condi- | I pray you Auf. Condition ?

[tion. ('Tis south the city mills), bring me word thither I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, How the world goes; that to the pace of it, Being a Volce, be that I am. Condition !! I

may spur on my journey. What good condition can' a treaty find

1 Sol. I shall, sir.

[exeunt. I'the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,

SCENE X. THE CAMP OF THE VOLCES.

ACT II,

SCENE I. ROME. A PUBLIC PLACE,

angry at your pl asures; at the least, if you take Enter Menenius, Sicinius, and Brutus. it as pleasure to you, in being so. You blame Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have news Marcius for being proud ? to night.

Bru. We do it not alone, sir Bru. Good or bad ?

Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, your helps are many; or else your actions would for they love not Marcius.

grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infantSic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. like, for doing much alone. You talk of pride; Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love? O, that you could turn your eyes towards the napes Sic. The lamb.

of your necks, and make but an interior survey of Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry ple- your good selves! O, that you could ! beians would the noble Marcius.

Bru. What then, sir? Bru. He's a lamb, indeed, that baes like a bear. Men. Why then you should discover a brace of

Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. unmeriting, proud, violent, testy, magistrates (alias, You two are old men; tell me one thing that I fools,) as any in Rome. shall ask you.

Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. Both Tri. Well, sir.

Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a you two have not in abundance?

drop of allaying Tyber in't; said to be something Bru He's poor in no one fault, but stored with imperfect, in favouring the first complaint: hasty, Sic. Especially, in pride.

[all. and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion; one that Bru. And topping all others in boasting. converses more with the buttock of the night, than

Men. This is strange now: do you two know with the forehead of the morning. What I think, how you are censured here in the city, I mean of I utter; and spend my malice in my breath. us o'the right hand file?

Do you?

Meeting two suich weals-men as you are (I cannot Both Tri. Why, how are we censured ?, call you Lycurguses), if the drink you give me,

Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will you touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face not be angry?

at it.

I cannot say, your worships have delivered Both Tri. Well, well, sir, well.

the matter well, when I find the ass in compound Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little with the major part of your syllables: and, though thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of I must be content to bear with those that say you patience: give your disposition the reins, and be are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly, that

you are.

tell, you have good faces If you see this in the

Men. So do I too, if it be not too much.—Brings' map of my microcosm, follows it, that I am known a victory in his pocket!—The wounds become him. well enough too? What harm can your bisson Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be tine home with the oaken garland. known well enough too?

Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius suundly? Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough.

Vol. Titus Lartius writes,—they fought together, Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any but Aufidius got off. thing. You are ambitious for poo

knaves' caps

Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant and legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, him that: an he had staid by him, I would not in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a have been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of and the gold that's in them.

Is the senate posthreepence to a second day of audience.- When sessed of this? you are hearing a matter between party and party,

Vol. Good ladies, let's go.—Yes, yes, yes; the if you chance to be pinched with the cholic, you senate has letters from the general, wherein he make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of entangled by your hearing: all the peace you make him. in their cause, is, calling both the parties knaves. Men. Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and wut You are a pair of strange ones.

without his true purchasing. Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to Vir. The gods grant them true! be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary

Vol. True? pow, wow. bencher in the Capitol.

Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true. Men. Our very priests must become mockers, Where is he wounded ?-_God save your good if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as worships! [to the tribunes, who come forward] Mar

When you speak best unto the purpose, cius is coming home: he has more cause to be it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and proud. Where is he wounded ? your beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: there to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in will be large cicatrices to show the people, when an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, he shall stand for his place. He received, in the Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body. worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion;

Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, though, peradventure, some of the best of them there's nine that I know. were hereditary hangmen. Good e'en to your

Vol. He had, before this last expedition twentyworships; more of your conversation would in- five wounds upon him. fect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly Men. Now it's twenty-seren; every gash was plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of an enemy's grave, sa shout and flourish.] Hark ! you.

the trumpets. [Bru. and Sic. retire to the back of the scene.

Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, Valeria, &c. He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; moon, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do Which, being advanced, declines; and then men die. you follow your eyes so fast?

A sennet; trumpets sound: enter Cominius and Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius Titus Lartius; between them, Coriolanus, crowned approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.

with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, Men. Ha! Marcius coming home ?

and a Herald. Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight prosperous approbation.

Within Corioli's gates : where he hath won, Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee: With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these -Hoo! Marcius coming home?

In honour follows, Coriolanus :Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.

Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus![flourish. Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus: hath another, his wife another; and, I think, Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart there's one at home for you.

Pray now, no more.
Men. I will make my very house reel to-night: Com. Look, sir, your mother.
A letter for me!

Cor. O!
Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw it. You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
Men. A letter for me! It gives me an estate of For my prosperity. .

{l:nce. seven years' health; in which time, I will make Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up; a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescrip- My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and tion in Galen is but empiricutick, and, to this By deed-achieving honour newly nanı'd, preservative, of no better report than a horse- What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee? drench. Is le not wounded? he was wont to come But 0, thy wifebome wounded.

Cor. My gracious silence, hail ! (homn Vir. O, no, no, no.

Wouldst thou have laugh’d, had I come coflio'd Va o, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. That weep'st to sce me triumph? Ay, my dear,

Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,

But they, upon their ancient malice, will And motbers that lack sons.

Forget, with the least cause, these his new honours, Men. Now the gods crown thee! (pardon. Which that he'll give them, make as little questio Cor. And live you yet !--O, my sweet lady, As he is proud to do't.

[to Valcria.

Bru. I heard him swear, Vol. I know not where to turn: O, welcome Were he to stand for consul, never would ne home;

Appear i'the market-place, nor on him putį And welcome, general;—and you are welcome all. The napless vesture of humility; Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could Nor, showing (as the manner is) his round: weep,

[come: To the people, beg their stinking breaths. And I could laugh: I am light and heavy: wel

Sic. 'Tis right.

(rather A curse begin at the very root of bis heart,

Bru. It was his word: 0, he would miss its That is not glad to see thee!—You are three Than carry it, but by the suit o'the gentry to lui, That Rome should dote ou: yet, by the faith of And the desire of the nobles. men,

(not

Sic. I wish no better, We have some old crab-trees here at home, that will Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors: In execution. We call a nettle but a nettle; and

Bru. 'Tis most like, he will. The faults of fools, but folly.

Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills Com. Ever right.

A sure destruction. Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.

Bru. So it must fall out Her. Give way there, and go on.

To him, or our authorities.

For an end, Cor. Your hand,andyours:[to his wife and mother. We must suggest the people, in what hatred Ere in our own house I do shade my head, He still bath held them: that, to his power, he would The good patricians must be visited;

Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and From whom I have received not only greetings, Dispropertied their freedoms : holding them, But with them change of honours.

In human action and capacity, Vol. I have lived

Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, To see inherited my very wishes,

Than camels in their war? who have their provand And the buildings of my fancy: only there Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows Is one thing wanting, which I doubt not, but For sinking under them. Our Rome will cast upon thee.

Sic. This, as you say, suggested Cor. Know, good mother,

At some time when bis soaring insolence I had rather be their servant in my way, Shall teach the people (which time shall not want, Than sway with them in theirs.

If he be put upon't; and that's as easy, Com. On, to the Capitul.

As to set dogs on sheep,) will be his fire [flourish; cornets: exeunt in state, as before; the To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze tribunes remain.

Shall darken him for ever. Bru. All topgues speak of him, and the bleared

Enter a Messenger. sights

Bru. What's the matter. Are spectacled to see him. Your prattling nurse Mess. You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thouglit, Joto a rapture lets her baby cry,

That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, To hear him speak: the matrons flung their gloves, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs, windows,

Upon him as he pass’d: the nobles bended, Are smother'd up, leads fill’d, and ridges hors'd As to Jove's statue; and the commons made With variable complexions; all agreeing

A shower, and thunder, with their caps and shouts In earnestness to see him : seld-shown flamens I never saw the like. Do press among the popular throngs, and puff Bru. Let's to the Capitol ; To win a vulgar station : our veil'd dames And carry with us ears and eyes for the time, Commit the war of white and damask, in

But hearts for the event. Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil

Sic. Have with you.

[exeunt Of Phæbus' burning kisses : such a pother As if that whatsoever god, who leads him,

Enter two Officers, to lay cushions. Were slily crept into his human powers,

1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here: how And gave him graceful posture.

many stand for consulships ? Sic. On the sudden,

2° Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of I warrant him consul.

every one, Coriolanus will carry it. Bru. Then our office may,

1 Off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance During his power, go sleep.

proud, and loves not the common people. Sic. Hecannot temperately transport his honours 2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great suen From where he should begin, and end; but will that have flatter'd the people, who ne'er loved thene: Lose those that he hath won.

and there be many that they have loved, they know Bru. In that there's comfort.

(stand, not wherefore : so that, if they love they know DVO Sic. Doubt not, the commoners, for whom we | why, they hate upou no better ground therefore

SCENE II. THE SAME. THE CAPITOL.

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