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And power, i' the truth o' the cause.

As I do pray the gods. Ed.

I shall inform them. Sic.
Bru. And when such time they have begun to

. To the rock ; to the

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.

speak, Æd.

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
Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens.

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.

Well, say.

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.
Call me their traitor !--Thon injurious tribnne; [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenics,
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,

Senators, and Patricians.
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Tby lying tongue both numbers, I would say,

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


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Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, If I could shake off but one seven years
As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; From these old arms and legs, by the good gous,
Give hinn deserv'd vexation. Let a guard I'd with thee every foot.
Attend us through the city.


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.
Sic. Bid them all home: he's gone, and we'll no


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,
Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Mene- Let us seem humbler after it is done,
nius, Cominius, and several young

Patricians. Than when it was a doing.
Cor. Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell :- Sic.

Bid them home: the beast

Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, Stand in their ancient strength
Where is your ancient courage ? you were us'd Bru. Dismiss them home. [Exit Ædile.
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits;.
That common chances common men could bear; Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Here comes his mother.
Show'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, Sic.

Let's not meet her.
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, Bru.

Why? craves

Sic. They say, she's mad.
A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me Bru.

They have ta'en note of us :
With precepts, that would make invincible Keep on your way.
The heart that conn'd them.

Vol. O you're well met: The hoarded plague
Vir. O heavens! O heavens!

o'the gods

Nay, I pr'ythee, woman, - Requite your love!
Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in


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
Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd To say so to my husband.
Your husband so much sweal. -Cominius, Sic.

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

go: well,

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 ?
Makes feur'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) Vir.

What then ? your son

He'd make an end of thy posterity,
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught Vol. Bastards, and all.
With cautelous baits and practice.

Good man, the wounds that he does bear for

My first son, Rome!
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius Men. Come, come, peace.
With thee a while : Determine op some cuarse, Sic. I would, he had continu'd to his country,
More than a wild exposure to each chance As he began ; and not anknit himself
That starts i' the way before thee.

The noble knot be made.
O the gods! Bru.

I would he had.
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Vol. I would he had ! 'Twas you inceus'd tho
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, rabble;
And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send As I can of those mysteries which heaven
O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; Will not have earth to know.
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool Bru.

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
Thou hast years npon thee; and thou art too full this:
or the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one As far as doth the Capitol exceed
That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but ont at gate. The meanest house in Rome : so far my son
Come, my sweet wife, my dearest niother, and (This lady's husband here, this, do you see,)
My friends of noble tonch, when I am forth, Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.
Bid me farewell and smile. I pray you, coine. Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
While I remain above the ground, you shall Sic.

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.

[Ereunt Tribunes.

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But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with
But once a day, it would unclog my heart

Of what lies heavy to't.
You have told them home,

Enter a Citizen.
And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup In puny battle slay me.-Save you, sir.
with me?

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 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.

himn. Cotus!

(Est. Vol. Coriolanus banished ?

Enter Coriolanus.
Rom. Banished, sir.
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelli-

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.
Cor. Follow your function, go!

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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,
Enter Aufidius and the second Servant.

Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Auf. Where is this fellow ?

Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars ! I tell
2 Serv. Here, sir ; I'd have beaten him like a thee,
dog, but for disturbing the lords within.

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
Commands me name myself.


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
Cor. A name unmusical to the Volcians' ears, From twelve to seventy; and puring war
And harsh in sound to thine.

Into the bowels of ungrateful Kome,

Say, what's thy name ? Like a bold food o'er-beat. O, come, go in,
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy lace And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn Who now are here, iaking their leaves of mo,
Thou show'st a noble vessel : What's thy name ? Wnu am prepar'd against your territories,
Cor. Prepare thy brow to fruwn : Know'st Though not for Rome itselt.
thon me yet?

You bless me, gods!
Auf. I know thee not: Thy name?

Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt
Cor. My name is Cains Marcius, who hath done have
To thee particnlarly, and to all the Volces, The leading of thine own revenges, take
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may The one half of my commission; and set down,-
My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service, As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood Thy country's strength and weakness,-chine
Shed for my thankless country, are requited

own ways:
But with that surname : a good memory, Wnether to knock against the gates of Rome,
And witness of the malice and displeasure Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
Which thou should'st bear me : only that name To frighi them, ere destroy. But come in:
remains ;

Let me commend thee first to those, that shall The cruelty and envy of the people,

Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
Permitted by our dastard n bles, who

And more a friend than c'er an enemy;
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand; Most
And suffered me by the voice of slaves to be

welcome! [E.reunt Cor. and Auf.
Whoop'd ont of Rome. Now this extremity 1 Seru. [ Advancing. [Here's a strange alteration!
Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not ont of hope, 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have
Mistake me not, to save my life; for if

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.
Against my canker'd country with the spleen 1 Seru. I think, he is : but a greater soldier
Of all the under fiends. But if so be

than he, you wot one.
Thon dar'st not this, and that to prove more 2 Serv. Who? my master ?

1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.
Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am 2 Serr. Worth six of him.
Longer to live most weary, and present

1. Serv. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to
My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: be the greater soldier.
Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool; 2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, to say that: for the defence of a town, our gene.
Drawn tuns of blood ont of thy couniry's breast, |ral is excellent.


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
His remedies are tame i' the present peace Of what is to be dreaded.
And quietness o' the people, which before Sic.

Tell not me:
Were in wild hurry: Here do we make his friends I know, this cannot be.
Blush, that the world goes well; who rather bad, Brus

Not possitle


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