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mother, may prevail with him. But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay upon execution.
Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing.
Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you.
Sic. The gods be good unto us!
Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them: and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house;
Enter another MESSENGER.
Sic. What's the news?
Mess. Good news, good news;-The ladies have prevail❜d,
Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain?
As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you;
Men. This is good news:
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day;
+ Chair of state.
This morning, for ten thousand of your throats
Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings: next, Accept my thankfulness.
[Shouting and Music.
Mess. Sir, we have all
Sic. They are near the city?
Sic. We will meet them, and help the joy.
Enter the Ladies, accompanied by SENATORS, PATRICIANS, and People. They pass over the Stage.
1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome:
Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,
And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them:
Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;
All. Welcome, ladies!
Welcome! [A flourish with Drums and Trumpets. Exeunt.
Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here:
Auf. I know it;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
Enter Three or Four CONSPIRATORS of AUFIDIUS'S Faction. Most welcome!
1 Con. How is it with our general ?
As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
2 Con. Most noble Sir,
If you do hold the same intent wherein
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell;
We must proceed, as we do find the people.
3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst "Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all.
A good construction. I raised him, and I pawn'd
3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
Auf. That I would have spoke of:
1 Con. So he did, my lord:
The army marvell'd at it. And, in the last,
Auf. There was it;
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him.
Auf. Say no more; Here come the lords,
[Drums and Trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People.
1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise.
2 Con. And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear,
3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage,
Ere he express himself, or move the people
Enter the LORDS of the City.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused
Lords. We have.
1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.
What faults he made before the last, I think,
†Thought me rewarded with good looks.
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours; a Crowd of CITIZENS with him.
Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier;
Than shame to the Romans: And we here deliver,
Auf. Read it not, noble lords;
Cor. Traitor!-How now?
Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thý stol'n name Coriolanus in Corioli ?
You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars?
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,-
Auf. No more.t
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
(Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must bear
1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak.
* Drops of tears.
+ No more than a boy of tears.
Auf. Why, noble lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears?
Con. Let him die for't.
[Several speak at once.
Citizens. Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;-my daughter;-He killed my cousin Marcus;-He killed my father.
2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage;-peace. The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o' the earth.* His last offence to us
Cor. O, that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword!
Auf. Insolent villain !
Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.
[AUFIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. O Tullus,
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
Auf My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage,
1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,
2 Lord. His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Auf. My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up :
* Overspreads the world.
[Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS.
END OF VOL. III.
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