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Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Auf. O, Marcius, Marcius,
Cor. You bless me, gods !
Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission : and set down,-. As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know’st Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own
ways ; Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere destroy. But come, come in : Let me commend thee first to those, that shall Say“ yea,” to thy desires.—A thousand welcomes! And more a friend, than e'er an enemy; Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand ;-most welcome!
A Street in Rome.
Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.
Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him : His remedies are tame. Bru. We stood to't in good time.--Is this Me
nenius? Sic. 'I'is he, 'tis he; Oh, he is grown most kind Of late. Hail, sir !
Men. Hail to you both!
Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, But with his friends : the commonwealth doth stand; And so would do, were he more angry at it.
Men. All's well; and might have been much better if He could have temporiz'd.
Sic. Where is he, hear you?
Men. Nay, I hear nothing : his mother and his wife Hear nothing from him.
Bru. There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Reports,—the Volscians with two several
Men. 'Tis Aufidius :
Enter an Officer.
Sic. 'Tis this slave;-
Offi. Yes, worthy sir,
Sic. What more fearful?
Offi. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, (How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius, Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power ʼgainst Rome.
Sic. This is most likely !
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish Good Marcius home again.
Sic. The very trick on't.
Men. This is unlikely :
A Plain near Rome.
Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.
DIUS, VOLUSIUS, OFFICERS, and SOLDIERS.
The toil of lab'ring fate,—we will, or perish.
[Trumpet sounds a Parley.
Enter an Officer.
Cor. To me!
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.—Excunt
CORIOLANUS, OFFICER, and SOLDIERS. Volu. Are we not, Tullus, failing in our duty, Not to attend our general ?
Auf. How! what said'st thou ?
Volu. Methought, my lord, his parting orders were, We should attend the triumph now preparing O'er all his foes at once,--Romans and Volscians.Come, we shall give offence.
Auf. His words are daggers to my heart: I feel