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And power, i' the truth o' the cause.
As I do pray the gods. Ed.
I shall inform them. Sic.
rock with this people ? cry,
Peace. Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd We need not put new matter to his charge : Enforce the present execution
What you have seen him do, and heard him Of what we chance to sentence.
Very well. Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying hint,
Those whose great power must try him; even this, When we shall hap to give 't them.
So criminal, and in such capital kind, Bru.
Go about it.-[Erit Ædile. Deserves the extremest death. Put him to choler straight: He hath been us'd Bru.
But since he hath Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Serv'd well for Rome, Of contradiction: Being once chaf'd, he cannot Cor.
What do you prate of service! Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks Bru. I talk of that that know it. What's in his heart ; and that is there, which Cor.
You ? looks
Is this With us to break his neck.
The promise that you mide your mother?
Know, Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Sena
I pray you,tors, and Patricians.
I'll know no further : Sic. Well, here he comes.
Let them pronounce the sleep Tarpeian death, Men.
Calmly, I do beseech you. Vagabond exile, flaying: Pent to linger Cor. Ay, as an hostler, that for the poorest piece But with a grain a day, I would not buy Will bear the knave by the volume. - The ho- Their mercy at the price of one fair word; nour'd gods
Nor check my courage for what they can give, Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice To have 't with saying, Good morrow. Supplied with worthy men ! plant love among us! Sic.
For that he has Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, (As much as in him lies) from time to time And not our streets with war!
Ènvied against the people, seeking means 1 Sen.
Amen, amen! To pluck away their power as now at last Men. A noble wish.
Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
Ot dreaded justice, but on the ministers
That do distribute it ; In the name o' the people, Sic. Draw near, ye people.
And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Æd. List to your tribunes ; audience : Peace, Even from this instant, banish him our city: I say,
In peril of precipitation Cor. First, hear me speak.
From off the rock Tarpeian, never more Both Tri.
Peace, ho. To enter our Rome gates : l' the people's name, Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this I say, It shall be so. present ?
Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away: Mnst all determine here?
He's banish'd, and it shall be so. Sic.
I do demand,
Com. Hear ine, my masters, and my commoa If you submit you to the people's voices,
friends Allow their officers, and are content
Sic. He's sentenc'd : no more hearing. To suffer lawful censure for such faults
Let me speak: As shall be proy'd upon you?
I have been consul, and can show from Rome, Cor.
I am content. Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love Men. Lo, citizens, he says he is content: My country's good, with a respect more tender, The warlike service he has done, consider; More holy and profound, than mine own life, Think on the wounds his body bears, which show My denr wife's estimate, her womb's increase, Like graves i' the holy churchyard!
And treasure of my loins; then it I would Cor.
Scratches with briars, Speak that Scars to move laughter only.
Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? Men.
Consider further, Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is That when he speaks not like a citizen,
banish'd, You find him like a soldier: Do not take As enemy to the people, and his country: His rougher accents for malicious sounds, It shall be so. But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
It shall be so, it shall be sa. Rather than envy you.
Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath Com.
Well, well, no more. I hate Cor. What is the matter,
As reek o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize That being pass'd for consul with full voice, As the dead carcasses of nnburied men I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour That do çorrupt my air, 1 banish you: You take it off again?
And here remain with your uncertainty! Sic. Answer to us.
Let every feeble rumour shake your heart! Cor. Say then : 'tis true, I ought so.
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to Fan you into despair! Have the power still take
To banish your defenders ; till at length, From Rome all season'd office, and to wind Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels) Yourself into a power tyrannical :
Making but reservation of yourselves, For which, you are a traitor to the people. (Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most Cor. How Traitor ?
Abated captives, to some nation Men.
Nay; temperately; Your promise. That won you without blows ! Despising, Cor. The fires is the lowest hell fold in the peo. For you, the city, thus I turn my back: ple!
There is a world elsewhere.
Senators, and Patricians.
Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
Cit. Our enemy's banish'! he is gone! Hoo hoo! [The People shout, and throw up their Care
Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, If I could shake off but one seven years
Give me thy hand : Cil. Come, come, let us see him out at gates: Come.
SCENE II. The same. A Street near the Gate. The gods preserve our noble tribunes !--Come.
Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile.
The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided SCENE I. The same. Before a Gate of the City. In his behalf.
Now we have shown our power,
Patricians. Than when it was a doing.
Bid them home: the beast
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Let's not meet her.
Sic. They say, she's mad.
They have ta'en note of us :
Vol. O you're well met: The hoarded plague
Nay, I pr'ythee, woman, - Requite your love!
Peace, peace : be not so loud. Rome,
Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should And occupations perish!
What, what, what! Nay, and you shall hear some.-Will you be I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
[To Brutus. Resume that spirit, when you were wont lo say, Vir. You shall stay too : [To Sic. ) I would, I If you had been the wife of Hercules,
had the power
Are you mankind ? Droop not; adieu :-Farewell, my wife! my Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame?-Note but this mother!
fool. I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius, Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime Than thou hast spoken words? general,
O blessed heavens ! I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise Heart-hard'ning spectacles; telt these sad women, words; "Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what :-Yet As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot
Nay, but thou shalt stay too :-I would, my son My hazards still have been your solace: and Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, Believe't not lightly (though I go alone
His good sword in his band. Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
What then ?
What then ? your son
He'd make an end of thy posterity,
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for
My first son, Rome!
The noble knot be made.
I would he had.
Pray, let us go. I' the absence of the needer.
Vol. Now, pray sir, get you gone :
Fare ye well; You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear
Why stay we to be baited Hear from me still; and never of me aught With one that wants her wits? But what is like me formerly.
Take my prayers with you.-Men.
That's worthily I would the gods had nothing else to do, As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep.
But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with
Enter a Citizen.
Cit. And you. VOL Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
Direct me, if it be your wül And go shall starve with feeding.--Come, let's go; Where great Aufidius lies : Is he in Antium? Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. At his house this night. Men. Fie, fie, fie!
[Exeunt. Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech you? SCENE III.
Cit. This, here, before you.
Cor. Thank you, sir, farewell. (Exit CitizenA Highway between Rome and Antium. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast
sworn, Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me: Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and ex your name, I think, is Adrian.
ercise, Vol. It is so sir : truly, I have forgot you. Are still together, who twin as 'twere in love Rom. I am a Roman ; and my services are, as Unseparable, shall within this hour, you are, against them : Know you me yet ? On a dissension, of a doit, break out Vol. Nicanor ? No.
To bitterest ennlity ; So fellest foes, Rom. The same, sir.
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their • Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; sleep but your favour is well appayed by your tongue. To take the one the other, by soine chance, What's the news in Rome 1 I have a note from Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear the Volcian state, to find you out there : You friends, bave well saved me a day's journey.
And interjoin their issues. So with me :Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insur. My birth.place hate 1, and my love's upon rection: the people against the senators, patri- This enemy town.--I'll enter: if he slay me, cians, and nobles.
He does fair justice; if he give me way, Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then ? Our state I'll do his country service.
(Erit thinks not so ; they are in a most warlike prepa. ration, and hope to come upon them in the heat
SCENE V. of their division.
The same. A Hall in Aurdius's House. Rom. The main hlaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles
Musick within. Enter a Servant receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to I think our fellows are asleep. take all power from the people, and to pluck from
Enter another Servant. them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the vio.2 Serv. Where's Cotus ? my master calls for lent breaking out.
(Est. Vol. Coriolanus banished ?
Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells well: gence, Nicanor. Rom. The day serves well for them now. I Appear not like a guest. have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a
Re-enter the first Servant man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her 1 Serv. What would you have, friend ? Whence busband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will ap- are you ? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to pear well in these wars, with his great opposer, the door. Coriolanus, being now in no request of his Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, country
In being Coriolanus. Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have
Re-enter second Servant. ended my business, and I will merrily accompany 2 Serv. Whence are you, sir ? Has the porter you hoine.
his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you such companions ? Pray, get you out. most strange things from Rome; all tending to Cor. Away! the good of their adversaries. Have you an army 2 Serv. Away ? Get you away. ready, say you ?
Cor. Now thou art troublesome. Vol' A most royal one : the centurions, and 2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the with anon. entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets his Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and 3 Serv. What fellow's this? am the man, I think, that shall set them in pre 1 Serv. A strange one as ever I look'd on:! sent action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most cannot get him out o' the house ; Pr'y thee, call glad of your company.
my master to him. Vol. You take my part from me, sir ; I have 3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow! the most cause to be glad of yours.
Pray you, avoid the house. Rom. Weil, let us go together. (Exeunt. Cur. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your SCENE IV. Antium. Before Aufidius's House.
3 Serv. What are you? Enter Coriolanus, in mean Apparel, disguised
Cor. A gentleman. and muffled
3 Ser. A marvellous poor one.
Cor. True, so I am. Cor. A goodly city is this Antium : City, 'Tis I that made thy widows; many an heir
3 Sero. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
some other station; here's no place for you ; Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not;
pray you, avoid ; come.
And batten on cold bits. (Puches him away. And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
3 Serv. What, will you not? Priythee, tell my It be to do thee service. master what a strange guest he has here.
0, Marcius, Marcius, 2 Serv. And I shall.
[Eril. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from 3 Serv. Where dwellest thou ?
my heart Cor. Under the canopy.
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter 3 Serv. Under the canopy ?
Should from you cloud speak divine things, and Cor. Ay.
say, 3 Serv. 'Where's that?
'Tis true ; I'd not believe them more than thee, Cor l' the city of kites and crows.
All noble Marcisis.-0, let me twine 3 Sero. l' the city of kites and crows ?–What Mine arms about that body, where against an ass it is!—Then thou dwellest with daws too? My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, Cor. No, I serve not thy master.
And scarr'd the moon with splinters ! Here I clip 3 Serd. How, sir! Do you meddle with my The anvil of my sword; ani do contest master ?
As hotly and as nobly with thy love, Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service than to med. As ever in ambitious strength I did dle with thy mistress :
Contend against thy valonr. Know thou first, Thou prat'st, and prat'st: serve with thy tren- I loved the maid I married : never man cher, hence !
[Beats him away Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars ! I tell
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Auf. Whence comest thou ? what wouldest Once more io hew thy target from thy brawn, thou ? Thy name?
Or lose mine arm for 't: Thou hast beat me out Why speak'st not ? Speak, man : What's thy Twelve several times, and I have nightly since name?
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy self and me: Cor.
If, Tullus, [Unmuffling. We have been down together in my sleep, Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Uubuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, Think me for the man I am, necessity
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy
What is thy name? Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that
[Servants retire. Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
Into the bowels of ungrateful Kome,
Say, what's thy name ? Like a bold food o'er-beat. O, come, go in,
You bless me, gods!
Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt
Let me commend thee first to those, that shall The cruelty and envy of the people,
Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
And more a friend than c'er an enemy;
welcome! [E.reunt Cor. and Auf.
strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind I had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. i would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, I Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me To be full quit of those my banishers,
abont with his finger and his thumb, as one Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast would set up a top. A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those something in him : He had, sir, a kind of face, maims
methought,- I cannot tell how to term it. of shame seen through thy country, speed thee 1 Serv. He had so: looking as it were, straight,
'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was And make my misery serve thy turn : so use it, more in him than I could think. That my revengeful services may prove
2 Sero. So did I, I'll be sworn : He is simply As benefits to thee: for I will fight'
the rarest man i' the world.
than he, you wot one.
1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.
1. Serv. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to
1 Sero. Ay, and for an assault too.
Though they themselves did suffer by 't, behold
Dissentious number: pestering streets, than see Re-enter third Servant.
Our tradesmeu singing in their shops, and going 3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news, news, About their functions friendly. you rascals.
Enter Menenius. 1, 2 Serv. What, what, what? let's partake.
3 Sero I would not be a Roman, of all nations; Bru. We stood to 't in good timIs this MeI had as lieve be a condemned man.
nenius? 1,2 Sero. Wherefore? wherefore ?
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kind 3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack of late.--Hail, sir ! our general, -Caius Marcius.
Hail to you both: 1 Sero. Why do you say, thwack our general? Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, 3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but But with his friends : the commonwealth doch he was always good enough for him.
stand; 2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he And so would do, were he more angry at it. was ever too hard for Lim; I have heard him Men. All's well'; and might bave been mach say so himself.
better, if i Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to He could have temporiz'd. say the truth on 't: before Corioli, he scotched Sic.
Where is he, hear you! him and notched him like a carbonado.
Men. Nay, I hear nothing ; his mother and his 2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he wife might have broiled and eaten him too.
Hear nothing from him. 1 Sero. But, more of thy news? 3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as
Enter three or four Citizens. if he were son and heir to Mars : set at upper Cit. The gods preserve you both! end o' the table : no question asked him by any
Good e'en, our neighbon. of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Bru. Good e'en to you all, good e'en to you all. Our general himself makes a mistress of him; 1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, om sanctifies himself with 's hand, and turns up the our knees, white o' the eye to his discourse. But the bottom Are bound to pray for you both. of the news is, our general is cut i' the middle, Sic.
Live, and thrive! and but one half of what he was yesterday ; for Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours; we wishid the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of Coriolanus the whole table He'll go, he says, and sowle Had lov'd you as we did. the porter of Rome gates by the ears: He will Cit.
Now the gods keep you! mow down all bufore him, and leave his passage Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. polled.
(Exeunt Citizens 2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man 1 Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, can imagine.
Than when these fellows ran about the streets, 3 Serv. Do't? he will do't : For, look you, Crying, Confusion. sir, he has as many friends as enemies : which Bru.
Caius Marcius was friends, sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir) A worthy officer i' he war; but insolent, show themselves (as we term it) his friends, O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, whilst he's in directitude.
Self-loving, 1 Sero. Directitude! what's that?
And affecting one sole throne 3 Sery. But when they shall see, sir, his crest without assistance. up again, and the man in blood, they will out of Men.
I think not so. their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, all with him.
If he had gone forth consul, found it so. 1 Sero. But when goes this forward ?
Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and 3 Serv. Tomorrow; to-day; presently. You Rome shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: Sits safe and still without him. 'lis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
Enter Ædile. 2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring) Æd.
Worthy tribunes, world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
Reports,--the Volces with two several powers 1 Serv. Let me bave war, say !; it exceeds Are enter'd in the Roman territories ; peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, And with the deepest malice of the war. waking, andible, and full of vent. Peace is a Destroy what lies before them. very apoplexy, lethargy ; mulled, deaf, sleepy, Men.'
'Tis Aufidius, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, than wars a destroyer of men.
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world: 2 Serv. 'Tis so : and as wars, in some sort, may which were inshell'd, when Marcius stood for be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied,
Rome but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.
And durst not once peep out. 1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
Come, what talk you 3 Serv Reason, because they then less need or Marcina? one another. The wars for my money. I hope Bru. Go see this romourer whipp'd. It canci to see Romans as cheap as Volcians. They are
be, rising, they are rising.
The Volces dare break with us. Au. In, in, in, in. [Exeunt. Men.
Cannot be! SCENE VI. Rome. A publick Place.
We have record, that very well it can ;
And three examples of the like have been Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Within my age. But reason with the fellow,
Before you punish him, where he heard this. Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear Lest you should chance to whip your information
And beat the messenger who bids beware
Tell not me: