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And hale him up and down; all swearing, if
Enter another Messenger.
What's the news?
Mess. Good news, good news.-The ladies have
The Volces are dislodged, and Marcius gone:
Art thou certain this is true? Is it most certain?
Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again.
This is good news;
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
A city full; of tribunes, such as you,
A sea and land full. You have prayed well to-day ; This morning, for ten thousand of your throats
I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
[Shouting and music. Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next, Accept my thankfulness.
Sir, we have all
They are near the city?
Great cause to give great thanks.
Mess. Almost at point to enter.
1 "As through an arch the violent, roaring tide
Rape of Lucrece.
And help the joy.
We will meet them,
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;
Unshout the noise that banished Marcius,
[A flourish with drums and trumpets. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Antium. A public Place.
Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants.
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius' faction. Most welcome!
1 Con. How is it with our general?
Most noble sir,
You wished us parties, we'll deliver you
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 pawned
He bowed his nature, never known before
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
So he did, my lord;
The army marvelled at it. And, in the last,
There was it ;
1 The verb to wage was formerly in general use for to stipend, to reward. The meaning is, "The countenance he gave me was a kind of wages."
For which my sinews shall be stretched upon him.1
[Drums and trumpets sound, with great
1 Con. Your native town you entered like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns,
Splitting the air with noise.
And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, With giving him glory.
Therefore, at your vantage,
Ere he express himself, or move the people
With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Here come the lords.
Say no more;
Enter the Lords of the city.
I have not deserved it.
Lords. You are most welcome home.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused
And grieve to hear it.
What faults he made before the last, I think,
1 "This is the point on which I will attack him with all my energy." 2 "Rewarding us with our own expenses, making the cost of the war its recompense.'
Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colors; a crowd of Citizens with him.
Cor. Hail, lords! I am returned your soldier; No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted, and With bloody passage, led your wars, even to The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home, Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, The charges of the action. We have made peace With no less honor to the Antiates,
Than shame to the Romans. And we here deliver,
Together with the seal o' the senate, what
Read it not, noble lords;
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
Cor. Traitor!-How now?
Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius. Dost thou think grace thee with that robbery, thy stolen name Coriolanus in Corioli?
You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
He has betrayed your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,
(I say, your city,) to his wife and mother;
Hear'st thou, Mars?
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,