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Val. You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' 'ab They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some sence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come;

Senators, and Others. I would your cambric were sensible as your fin- Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ? ger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than Come, you shall go with us.

he; Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums I will not forth.

Alarums afar off Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell Are bringing forth our youth: We'll break our you excellent news of your husband.

walls, Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet. Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,

Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with oame news from him last night. Vir. Indeed, madam?

They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off; Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator

rother alarums. speak it. Thus it is :- The Volces have an ar- There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes my forth ; against whom Cominius the general | Amongst your cloven army. is gone, with one part of our Roman power : Mar. O, they are at it! your lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down be- Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladfore their city Corioli; they nothing doubt pre- ders, ho! vailing, and to make it brief wars.

This is true, on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.

The Volces enter, and pass over the stage. Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will Mar. They fear us not, butissue forth their city. obey you in every thing hereafter.

Now put your shields before your hearts, and Voi. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she fight will but disease our better mirth.

With hearts more proof than shields.-- Advance, Val. In troth, I think, she would :-Fare you

brave Titus : well then.-Come, good sweet lady:-Pr’ythee, They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go which makes me sweat with wrath.—Come on, along with us.

my fellows; Vir. No: at a word, madam; indeed, I must He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, not. I wish you much mirth.

And he shall feel mine edge. Val. Well, then farewell.


Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting.

The Romans are beaten back to their trenches.

Re-enter MARCIUS,
SCENE IV.-Before Corioli.

Mar. All the contagion of the south light on Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS

you, LARTIUS, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a

You shames of Rome! you herd of-Boils and Messenger.


Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr’d Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager, they Further than seen, and one infect another have met.

Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, Lart. My horse to yours, no.

That bear the shapes of men, how have you run Mar. "Tis done.

From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and Lart. Agreed.

hell! Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale Mess. They lie in view ; but have not spoke With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge as yet.

home, Lart. So, the good horse is mine.

Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, Mar. I'll buy him of you.

And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on; Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him: lend If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, you him, I will,

As they us to our trenches followed.
For half a hundred years.--Summon the town.
Mar. How far oft lie these armies ?

Another alarum. The Volces and Romans ro Mess. Within this mile and half.

enter, and the fight is renewed. The Volces Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and

retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS follou's them they ours.

to the gates. Now, Nars, I pr’ythee, make us quick in work; So, now the gates are ope :-Now prove good That we with smoking swords may march from seconds : hence,

'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, To help our fielded friends !-Come, blow thy Not for the flyers : mark me, and do the like. blast.

[He enters the gates, and is shut in. I Sol. Fool-hardiness; not I.

The blood I drop is rather physical 2 Sol. Nor I.

Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus 3 Sol. See, they

I will appear, and fight. Have shut him in.

[Alarum continues. Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, All. To the pot, I warrant him.

Fall deep in love with thee; and her great

charms Enter Titus LARTIUS.

Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Lart. What is become of Marcius?

Prosperity be thy page! All. Slain, sir, doubtless.

Mar. Thy friend no less 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Than those she placeth highest ! So, farewell. With them he enters: who, upon the sudden, Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius! Clapp'd-to their gates; he is himself alone,

[Exit Marcius. To answer all the city.

Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Lart. O noble fellow !

Call thither all the officers of the town, Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword, Where they shall know our mind: Away. And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left,

[Ereunt. Marcius : A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

SCENE VI.-Near the camp of Cominius. Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible

Enter Cominius and Forces, retreating. Only in strokes ; but, with thy grim looks, and The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought: Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world we are come off Were feverous, and did tremble.

Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,

Nor cowardly in retire : Believe me, sirs, Re-enter Marcius, bleeding, assaulted by the We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have Enemy.

struck, I Sol. Look, sir.

By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard Lart. 'Tis Marcius :

The charges of our friends :—The Roman gods Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

Lead their successes as we wish our own; [They fight, and all enter the city. That both our powers, with smiling fronts en

countering, SCENE V.-Within the town. A street.

Enter a Messenger.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.

May give you thankful sacrifice !—Thy news ? 1 Rom. This will I carry to Romne.

Mess. T'he citizens of Corioli have issued, 2 Rom. And I this.

And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. I saw our party to their trenches driven, [Alarum still continues afar off And then I came away.

Com. Though thou speak'st truth, Enter MARCIUS, and Titus LARTIUS, with a

Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long Trumpet.

is't since? Mar. See here these movers, that do prize Mess. Above an hour, my lord. their hours

Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, drums : Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, And bring thy news so late? Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-Down Mess. Spies of the Volces with them.

Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel And hark, what noise the general makes!—To Three or four miles about ; else had I, sir, him:

Half an hour since brought my report.
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus, take

Convenient numbers to make good the city ; Com. Who's yonder,
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will That does appear as he were ftay'd ? O gods!

He has the stamp of Marcius ; and I have To help Cominius.

Before-time seen him thus. Lari. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st ;

Mar. Come I too late? Thy exercise hath been too violent for

Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from A second course of fight.

a tabor, Mart. Sir, praise me not :

More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue My work hath not yet warm'd me: Fare you from every meaner man's. well.

Mar. Come I too late ? VOL. II.


their caps.

Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of | Let him, alone, or so many, so minded, others,

Wave thus, [Waving his hand.] to express his But mantled in your own.

disposition, Mar. 0! let me clip you

And follow Marcius. In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart

[They all shout, and wave their swords; As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,

take him up in their arms, and cast And tapers burn'd to bedward.

up Com. Flower of warriors,

O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? How is't with Titus Lartius ?

If these shows be not outward, which of you Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : But is four Volces ? None of you but is Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; Able to bear against the great Aufidius Ransoming him, or pitying, threat’ning the other; A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,

Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,

Shall bear the business in some other fight, To let him slip at will.

As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march ; Com. Where is that slave,

And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which told me they had beat you to your Which men are best inclin’d. trenches ?

Com. March on, my fellows: Where is he? Call him hither.

Make good this ostentation, and you shall Mar. Let him alone,

Divide in all with us.

[Ereart. He did inform the truth: But, for our gentlemen,

SCENE VII.—The Gates of Corioli. The common file, (A plague !—Tribunes for Titus Lartius, having set a guard upon Co

them!). The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did

rioli, going with a Drum and Trumpet toward

COMINIUS and Caius MarCIUS, enters with budge From rascals worse than they.

a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, and a Scout. Com. But how prevail'd you?

Lart. So, let the ports be guarded : keep Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not

your duties, think

As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Where is the enemy? Are you lords o'the field? Those centuries to our aid ; the rest will serve If not, why cease you till you are so ?

For a short holding: If we lose the field,
Com. Marcius,

We cannot keep the town.
We have at disadvantage fought, and did Lieu. Fear not our care, sir.
Retire, to win our purpose.

Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conwhich side

duct us.


. They have plac'd their men of trust ? Com. As I guess, Marcius,

SCENE VIII.—A field of battle between the Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates,

Roman and the Volscian camps.
Of their best trust : o'er them Aufidius,

heart of hope.

Enter Marcius and AUFIDIUS. very Mar. I do beseech you,

Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do By all the battles wherein we have fought,

hate thee By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Worse than a promise-breaker. We have made to endure friends, that you

di- Auf. We hate alike; rectly

Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates : More than thy fame and envy: fix thy foot. And that you not delay the present; but, Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave, Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, And the gods doom him after ! We prove this very hour.

Auf. If I fly, Marcius, Com. Though I could wish

Halloo me like a hare. You were conducted to a gentle bath,

Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, Deny your asking; take your choice of those And made what work I pleas'd : 'Tis not my That best can aid your action.

blood, Mar. Those are they

Wherein thou seest me mask'd ; for thy revenge, That most are willing :-If any such be here, Wrench up thy power to the highest. (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting Auf. Wert thou the Hector, Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Lesser bis person than an ill report ;

Thou should'st not 'scape me here. If any think, brave death outweighs bad life,

[They fight, and certain Volces come to And that his country's dearer than himself,

the aid of Aufidius.

Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd me And stand upon my common part with those
In your condemned seconds.

That have beheld the doing.
[Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius. [A long Flourish. They all cry,


cius! Marcius! cast up their caps SCENE IX.-The Roman camp.

and lances : Cominius and Lartius

stand bare. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. En

Mar. May these same instruments, which ter at one side, COMInius, and Romans ; at

you profane, the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in a Never sound more! When drums and trumpets scarf, and other Romans.

shall Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's l’the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be work,

Made all of false-fac'd soothing! When steel Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it,

grows Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles ; Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Where great patricians shall attend and shrug, An overture for the wars ! No more, I say ; l'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, And, gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the dulí Or foil'd some debile wretch, —which, without tribunes,

That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, Here's many else have done,-you shout me forth
Shall say against their hearts,—We thank the gods, In acclamations hyperbolical ;
Our Rome hath such a soldier !-

As if I loved my little should be dieted
Yet cam’st thou to a morsel of this feast, In praises sauc'd with lies.
Having fully din'd before.

Com. Too modest are you ;

More cruel to your good report, than grateful Enter Titus Lartius, with his power, from To us that give you truly : by your patience, the pursuit.

If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you Lart. O general,

(Like one that means his proper harm,) in Here is the steed, we the caparison :

manacles, Hadst thou beheld

Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother,

known, Who has a charter to extol her blood,

As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius When she does praise me, grieves me. I have Wears this war's garland : in token of the which done,

My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, As you have done ; that's what I can; induc'd With all his trim belonging; and, from this time, As you have been ; that's for my country:

For what he did before Corioli, call him, He, that has but effected his good will,

With all the applause and clamour of the host, Hath overta'en mine act.

Caius MARCIUS CORIOLANUS.Com. You shall not be

Bear the addition nobly ever! The grave of your deserving ; Rome must know [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. The value of her own : 'twere a concealment All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, Cor. I will To hide your doings; and to silence that, And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch’d, Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank you:Would seem but modest : Therefore, I beseech I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, you,

To undercrest your good addition, (In sign of what you are, not to reward

To the fairness of any power.
What you have done,) before our army hear me. Com. So, to our tent:
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they where, ere we do repose us, we will write

To Rome of our success.-You, Titus Lartius, To hear themselves remember'd.

Must to Corioli back : send us to Rome
Com. Should they not,

The best, with whom we may articulate,
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, For their own good, and ours.
And tent themselves with death. Of all the Lart. I shall, my lord.

Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now (Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store,) Refus's most princely gifts, am bound to beg of all

Of my lord general.
The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city, Com. Take it: 'tis yours.—What is't ?
We render you the tenth; to be ta’en forth Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,
Before the common distribution, at

At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly: Your only choice.

He cried to me; I saw him prisoner ; Mar. I thank you, general ;

But then Aufidius was within my view, But cannot make my heart consent to take And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity : I request you A bribe to pay my sword : I do refuse it; To give my poor host freedom.



Com. O, well begg’d!

Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where Were he the butcher of my son, he should I thought to crush him in an equal force, Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. (True sword to sword,) I'll potch at him some Lart. Marcius, his name?

way ; Cor. By Jupiter, forgot :

Or wrath, or craft, may get him. I am weary ; yea, my memory is tir’d

1 Sol. He's the devil. Hlave we no wine here?

Auf Bolder, though not so subtile: My vaCcm. Go we to our tent ;

lour's poison'd, The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time With only suffering stain by him ; for him It should be look'd to: come. [Exeunt. Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary,

Being naked, sick ; nor fane, nor Capitol, SCENE X.—The camp of the Volces. The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,

Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst bloody, with two or three soldiers.

My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it Auf. The town is ta'en !

At home, upon my brother's guard, even there i Sol. "Twill be deliver'd back on good con- Against the hospitable canon, would I dition.

Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the Auf. Condition ?

city ; I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, Learn, how ’tis held ; and what they are, that Being a Volce, be that I am.-Condition ! What good condition can a treaty find

Be hostages for Rome. I'the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, 1 Sol. Will not you go? I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: me;

I pray you, And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter ('T'is south the city mills,) bring meword thither As often as we eat.-By the elements,

How the world goes; that to the pace of it If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, I may spur on my journey. He is mine, or I am his: Mine emulation 1 Sol. I shall, sir.




how you are censured here in the city, I mean SCENE I.-Rome. A public place. of us o'the right-hand file? Do you?

Both Trib. Why, how are we censured? Enter MENENIUS, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS.

Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have you not be angry? news to-night.

Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well. Bru. Good, or bad ?

Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very Men. Not according to the prayer of the peo- little thief of occasion will rob you of a great ple, for they love not Marcius.

deal of patience: give your disposition the reins, Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their and be angry at your pleasures ; at the least, if friends.

you take it as a pleasure to you, in being so. Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love? You blame Marcius for being proud ? Sic. The lamb.

Bru. We do it not alone, sir. Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry Men. I know, you can do very little alone ; plebeians would the noble Marcius.

for your helps are many; or else your actions Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. would grow wondrous single: your abilities are

Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a too infantlike, for doing much alone. You lamb. You two are old men; tell me one talk of pride; 0, that you could turn your eyes thing that I shall ask you.

towards the napes of your necks, and make but Both Trib. Well, sir.

an interior survey of your good selves ! O, that Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, you could ! that you two have not in abundance ?

Bru. What then, sir? Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored Men. Why, then you should discover a bruce with all.

of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, Sic. Especially, in pride.

(alias, fools, as any in Rome. Bru. And topping all others in boasting. Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough toe. Dlen. This is strange now: Do you two know Men. I am known to be a humorous patri

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