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Or foil'd fome debile wretch, which, without note
else have done; you shout me forth
Com. Too modeft are you:
[Flourish. Trumpets found and drums. Omnes. Caius Marcius Coriolanus !
Mar. I will go wash :
Com. So, to our tent :
Lart. I shall, my Lord,
Mar. The gods begin to mock me:
Com. Take't, 'is yours : what is't?
Mar. Isometime lay here in Corioli,
But then Aufdius was within my view,
Com. O, well begg'd!
Lart. Marcius, his name?
Mar. By Jupiter, forgot :-
Com. Go we to our tent ;
(Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Camp of the Volsci. A flourish. Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius bloody, with
two or three Soldiers. . HE town is ta'en.
Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. Auf. Condition ! I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, Being a Volscian, be that I am. Conditions What good condition can a treaty find I'th' part that is at mercy : five times, Marcius, I have fought with thee, so often haft thou beat me: And would't do so, I think, should we encounter As often as we eat. By th' elements, If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation Hath not that honour in't, it had ; for where I thought to crush him in an equal force, True fword to sword ; I'll potch at him some way, Or wrath, or craft may get him.
Soi. He's the devil.
Auf. Bolder, tho' not fo fubtle : my valour (poisond, With only suffering stain by him) for him Shall Ay out of itself: not sleep, nor fanctuary, Being naked, fick, nor fane, nor capitol, The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarkments all of fury, shall lift up
Sol. Will not you go?
Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove. I pray you, ('Tis fouth the city mills) bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace
of it I may spur on my journey. Sol. I shall, Sir.
A C T II.
ME NENIU S.
tells me, we shall have news to-night. Bru. Good or bad? Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius.
Sic. Nature teaches beafts to know their friends.
Men. Ay, to devour him, as the hungry Plebeians would the noble Marcius,
Bru. He's a lamb, indeed, that baes like a bear.
Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men, tell me one thing that I shall alk you.
Both. Well, Sir ;
Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you two have not in abundance ?
Bru. for a
Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stor’d with all.
Men. This is strange now; do you two know how you are censur'd here in the city, Í mean of us o'th' right hand file, do you? Bru. Why, how are we censur'd ?
Men. Because you talk of pride now, will you not be angry?
Both. Well, well, Sir, well.
little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience : -give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at your pleasures ; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you, in being fo:--you blame Marcius for being proud.
Bru. We do it not alone, Sir.
Men. I know, you can do very little alone ; for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single ; your abilities are too infant-like, for doing much alone. You talk of pridemoh, that you: could turn your eyes towards the napes
of and make but an interior survey of your good felves ! Oh that
could ! Bru. What then, Sir?
Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of: as unmeriting, proud, violent, tefty magiftrates, alias fools, as any in Rome.
Sice Menenius, you are known well enough too.
Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't: said to be something imperfect, in favouring the first complaint ; hafty and tinderlike, upon too trivial motion : one that converses more with the buttock of the night, than with the fore-head of the morning
What I think, I utter; and spend my malice in my breath. Meeting two such weals-men as you are, (I cannot call you Lycurguljes) if the drink you give me touch my palate adverlly, I make a crooked face at it. I can't say; your worships have deliver'd
the matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables; and tho'I must be content to bear with those, that say, you are reverend grave men; yet they lie deadly, that tell you, you have good faces; if you see this in the map of my microcosm, follows it, that I am known well enough too? (11) what harm can your biffon conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too?
Bru. Come, Sir, come, we know you well enough.
Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing; you are ambitious for poor knaves caps
and legs : you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fossetfeller, and then adjourn a controversy of three-pence to a second day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to bo pinch'd with the cholick, you make faces like mummers, set up the bloody flag against all patience, and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing : all the peace you make in their cause, is calling both the par-, ties knaves. You are a pair of strange ones.
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a
(11) What barm can your besom conspeEtuities glean out of this chan racter, &c.]. If the editors have form'd any construction to themfelves, of this epithet befom, that can be a propos to the sense of the context;-Davus fum, non Oedipus: it is too hard a riddle for me to expound. Menenius, 'tis plain, is abusing the tribunes, and bantering them ironically. By conspectuities he must mean, their sagacity, clearfightedness; and that they may not think he's complimenting them, he tacks an epithet to it, which quite undoes that character ; i. e, biffon, hlind, bleer-ey'd. Skinner, in his Etymologicon, explains this word, cæcus; vox agro lincoln, ufitatiffima. Kay concurs, in his north and south country words. And our author gives us this term again in his Hamlet, where the sense exactly corresponds with this interpretation.
Run barefoot up and down, threatning the flames,
With bifon rheum. i. e, blinding. It is spoken Hecuba, whose eyes o'erflow and are blinded, both with tears, and the rheums of age,