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Men. Calmly, I do beseech you.

What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Will bear the knave by the volume'.-The ho. Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying nour'd gods

Those whose great power must try him; even this, Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice 5 So criininal, and in such capital kind, Supply'd with worthy men! plant love among us! Deserves the extremnest death. Throng our large temples with the shews of peace, Bru. But since he hath And not our streets with war!

Serv'd well for Rome, i Sen. Amen, amen!

Car. What do you prate of service? Men. A noble wish.

10 Bru. I talk of that, that know it. Re-enter the Ædile with the Plebeians.

Cor. You?

(mother? Sic. Draw near, ye people.

[say: Men. Is this the promise that you made your Æd. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, i Com. Know, I pray you Cor. First, hear me speak.

Cor. I'll know no further : Both Tri. Well, say: - Peace, ho. [sent? 15 Let them pronounce the steep Tarperan death, Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this pre- Vagabond exile, flaying: Pent to linger Must all determine here?

But with a grain a day, I would not buy Sic. I do demand,

Their mercy at the price of one fair word; If you submit you to the people's voices, Nor check my courage for what they can give, Allow their officers, and are content

20 To have't with saying, Good morrow. To suffer lawful censure for such faults

Sic. For that he has As shall be prov'd upon you?

(As much as in him lies) from time to time Cor. I am content.

Envy'd * against the people, seeking means Men. Lo, citizens, he says he is content: To pluck away their power; as' now at last The warlike service he has done, consider; think 25 Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence Upon the wounds his body bears, which shew Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers Like graves i’ the holy church-yard. [only. That do distribute it; In the name o’the people, Cor. Scratches with briers,scars to move laughter And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Men. Consider further,

Even from this instant, banish him our city;
That when he speaks not like a citizen, 30 In peril of precipitation
You find him like a soldier: Do not take From off the rock Tarpežan, never more
His rougher accents for malicious sounds; To enter our Rome gates: I'the people's name,
But, as

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say,
such as become a soldier,

I say, it shall be so.
Rather than envy you.

All. It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away: Com. Well, well, no more.

35 He's banish'd, and it shall be so. [friends ; Csr. What's the matter,

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common That being past for consul with full voice,

Sic. He's sentenc'd : no more hearing. I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour

Com. Let me speak: You take it off again?

I have been consul, and can shew from Rome, · Sic. Answer to us.

40 Her enemies' marks upon me.

I do loye Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so. (take My country's good, with a respect more tender,

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to More holy, and profound, than mine own life, From Rome all season'd'oltice, and to wind My dear wife's estimate', her womb's increase, Yourself into a power tyrannical;

And treasure of my loins: then if I would
For which, you are a traitor to the people. 45 Speak that,
Cor, How! Traitor ?

Sic. We know your drift: Speak what?
Men. Nay; tenperately: Your promise. Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd
Cor. The fires i’ the lowest hell fold in the people! As enemy to the people, and his country:
Call me their traitor! -Thou injurious tribune! It shall be so.
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, 50 All. It shall be so, it shall be so. [hate
In thine hands clutch'd as many millions, in Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath I
Thy lying tongue both numbers; I would say, As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free

As the dead carcasses of unburied men As I do pray the gods.

That do corrupt my air, I banish you; Sic, Mark you this, people ?

55 And here remain with your uncertainty! All.To the rock with hiin! to the rock with him! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! Sic. Peace.

Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, We need not lay new matter to his charge : Fan you into despair! have the power still

' i. e. would bear being called a knave as often as would fill out a volume. Envy is here taken at large for malignity, or ill intention. }i. e. all office established and settled by time. *j. e. behaved with signs of hatred to the people. As, in this instance, would seem to have the power of as well

* Not stands again for not only. ii. e. I love my country beyond the rate at which I value my dear wife. 3A 3

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To banish your defenders: 'till, at length, Ad. The people's enemy is gone, is gone ! Your ignorance (which finds not 'till it fecis; All. Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! Making but reservation of yourselves,

hoo! Still your own foes) deliver you, as most

Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, Abated captives', to some nation

5 As he hath follow'd you, with all despight; That won you without blows! Despising, Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard For you, the city, thus I turn my back: Attend us through the city.

(come: There is a world elsewhere.

All. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; [Exeunt Coriolanus, Comin us, and others. The gods preserve our noble tribunes !-Come. The people shout, and throw up their caps. 101

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SCENE I.

With cautelous baits and practice *.

Vol. My first son,
Before the Gates of Rome.

20 Whither wilt thou go! Take good Cominius Enier Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, llenerius, With thee a while: Determine on some course,

Cominius, with the young Nobility oj Rome. More than a wild exposture to each chance Cor. COME, leave your tears : a brief farewell! That starts the way before thee.

Cor. O the gods! With many heads butts me away:- Nay, mother, 25 Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Whers is your ancient courage? You were us'd Where thou shalt rest, that thou may’st hear of us, To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth That common chances common men could bear: A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike O’er the vast world, to seek a single man; Shew'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, 30 And lose a vantage, which doth ever cool When most struck home, being gentle wounded, l' the absence of the needer.

Cor. Fare ye well: A noble cunning: you were us’d to load me Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full With precepts, that would make invincible Of the war's surfeits, to go rove with one The hart that conn'd them.

35 That's yet unbruis’d: bring me but out at gate.l'ir. O heavens! O heavens!

Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and Cor. Nay, I pr’ythee, woman,- [Rome, My friends of noble touch“: when I am forth,

Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Bici me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. And occupations perish!

While I remain above the ground, you shall Cor. What, what, what!

401ear from me still; and never of me aught I shall be lov’d,when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, But what is like me formerly. Kesume that spirit, when you were wont to say, Men. That's worthily If you had been the wife of Hercules,

As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd if I could shake off but one seven years Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius, 45From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, Droop not; adieu!--Farewell, my wife! my mother! I'd with thee every foot. I'll do well yet.—Thou old and true Menenius, Cor. Give me thy hand:-Come. [Exeunt. Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, (ral, And venomous tothineeyes.--My sometimegene

SCENE II. I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld 501

A Street. Heart-hard’ning spectacles; tell these sad women, Enter Sicinius, and Brutus, with an Adile. 'Tis fond 'to wail inevitable strokes, [wel!, Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll As 'tis to laugh at them.—My mother, you wot

no further.My hazards still have been your solace: and The nobility are vex’d, who, we see, have sided Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone, 55 In his behalf. Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen SOU Bru. Now we have shewn our power, Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen) your Let us seem humbler after it is done, Will, or exceed the common, or be caught Chan when it was a-doing, · Abated is dejected, subdued, depressed in spirits.

2 The sense is, When fortune strikes her har lest blows, to be wounded, and yet continue calm, requires a generous policy, He calls this calmness cunning, because it is the effect of reflection and philosophy. i. e, foolish. artful and false tricks, and treason. First, i. e. noblest, and most eminent of men. 6 i. e. of true metal unallay'd: a metaphor taken from trying gold on the touchstone.

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You'll sup

Sic. Bid them home:

But to confirni my curses ! Could I meet 'em Say, their great eneiny is gone,

But once a-day, it would unclog my heart Stand in their ancient strength.

Of what lies heavy to 't. Bru. Dismiss them home. Erit Edile. Men. You have told them home, [with me?

Enter l'olumniu, lirgilia, and Menenius. 5..nd, by my troth, you have cause. Here comes his mother.

l'ol, Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, Sic. Let's not meet her.

And so shall starve with feeding.–Conre, let's go: Bru. Why?

Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
Sic. They say she's mad.

In
anger,

Juno-like. Come, come, coine.
Bru. They liave ta’en note of us :

101 Men. Fie, fie, fie!

[Exeunt. Keep on your way.

[o' the gods vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague

SCENE III. Requite your love!

Between Rome and Antium. Men. Peace, peace; be not so loud. [hear ;

Enter a Roman, and a fölce. Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should 15 Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me: Nay,and you shall hear some. Will you be gone: your name, I think, is Adrian.

[To Brutus. Vol. It is so, sir : truly, I have forgot you. V'ir. [To Sicin.) You shall stay too: I would,

Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as I had the power

you are, against 'em: Know you me yet? To say so to my husband.

201 lol. Nicanor? No. Sic. Are you mankind'?

[fool.

Rom. The same, sir. Vol. Ay, fool; Is that a shame?-Note but this Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship? but your favour is well appear'd by your tongue. To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,

What's the news in Rome? I have a note from Than thou hast spoken words?

25 the Volcian state, to find you out there: You Sic. O blessed heavens !

words: have well saved me a day's journey. Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurAnd for Rome's good.—I'll tell thee what;-Yet rection: the people against the senators, patrigo;

cians, and nobles. Nay, but thou shalt stay too:-I would my son 30 Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, thinks not so; they are in a most warlike prepaHis good sword in his hand.

ration, and hope to come upon them in the heat Sic. What then?

of their division. Vir. What then?

Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small He'd make an end of thy posterity.

35 thing would make it flame again. For the nobles Vol. Bastards, and all. -

receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome! Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to Men. Come, come, peace.

take all power from the people, and to pluck Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country,

from them their tribunes for ever. This lies As he began; and not unknit himself 40 glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for The noble knot he made.

lihe violent breaking out. Bru. I would he had.

[rabble: Vol. Coriolanus banish'd ? Vol. I would he had ::-'Twas you incens'd the

Rom. nish’d, sir. Cats, that can judge as titly of his worth,

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelliAs I can of those mysteries which heaven 45 gence, Nicanor. Will not have carth to know.

Rom. The day serves well for them now. I Bru. Pray, let us go.

have heard it said, The fittest tiine to corrupt a Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone:

man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her husYou have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hearthis:

band. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear As far as doth the Capitol exceed

50 well in these wars, his great opposer Coriolanus The meanest house in Rome; so far, my son, being now in no request of his country. (This lady's husband here, this, do you see) Vol. Ile cannot choose. I am most fortunate, Whom you have banish’d, does exceed you all. thus accidentally to encounter you: You have Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

ended my business, and I will merrily acconSic. Why stay we to be baited

55|pany you home. With one that wants her wits?

Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you Vol. Take my prayers with you. -

more strange things from Rome; all tending to I would the gods had nothing else to do, the good of their adversaries. Have you an

[Exeunt Tribunes. army ready, say you? Dr. Johnson here remarks, that the word mankind is used maliciously by the first speaker, and taken perversely by the second. A mankind woman is a woman with the roughness of a man, and, in an aggravated sense, a woman ferocious, violent, and eager to shed blood. In this sense Sicinius asks Volumnia, if she be mankind. She takes mankind for a human creature, and accordingly cries out; “ Note but this fool.-Was not a man my father?” 2 i. e. cunning enough. 3 A 4

Vol.

Cit. And you.

Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and

Re-enter the first Serving-man. their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the 1 Sero. What would you have, friend? Whence entertainment', and to be on foot at an hour's are you? Here's no place for you: Pray go to the warning.

door.

[Erit. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, 5 Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, and am the man, I think, that shall set them in In being Coriolanus. present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and

Re-enter second Sertant. most glad of your company.

2 Sert. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such the most cause to be glad of yours.

10 companions?? Pray, get you out. Rom. Well, let us go together.

[Exeunt.

Cor. Away!
SCENE IV.

2 Sert. Away? Get you away.
Antium.

Cor. Now thou art troublesome.
Before Aufidius's House.

2 Sert. Are you so brave? I'll have you talk'd Enter Coriolanus, in mean apparel, disguis’d and 15 with anon. muffied.

Enter a third Serrant. The first meets him.

3 Sero. What fellow's this? Cor. A goodly city is this Antium: City, "Tis I that made thy widows; many an heir

1 Serv. A strange one as ever I look'd on: I Of these fair cdifices for my wars

cannot get him out o' the house: Pr’ythee, call Have I heard groan, and drop: then know ine not;20 my master to him. Lest that thywives with spits, and boys with stones,

3 Scrv. What have you to do here, fellow? Enter a Citizen. Pray you, avoid the house.

[hearth. In puny battle slay me.-Save

Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your you, sir.

3 Serv. What are you? Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,

25 Cor. A gentleman.

3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Where great Aufidius lies ;' Is he in Antium? Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state

Cor. True, so I am. At bis house this ni. ht.

3 Sero. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up Cor. !hich is his house, 'bescech you?

some other station : here's no place for you; Cit. This, here, before you.

30 pray you, avoid: come.

Cor. Follow your function, go, Cor. Thank you, sir; farewell. [Exit Citizen.

And batten on cold bits, 0, world, thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast

(Pushes him away;

3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr’ythee, tell Sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,

my master what a strange guest he has here. Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal,and exercise,

135 2 Serv. And I shall.

[Exit

3 Sert. Where dwell'st thou? Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love

Cor. Under the Inseparable, shall within this hour,

canopy. On a dissention of a doit, break out

3 Serv. Under the canopy?

Cor. Ay.
To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes, (sleep
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their 40

3 Soro. Where's that? To take the one the other, by some chance,

Cor. I'the city of kites and crows. Sometrick notworth anegg,shallgrowdearfriends,

3 Serr. I' the city of kites and crows ? What And interjoin their issues. So with me:

an ass it is !--Then thou dwell'st with daws too? My birth-place hate I, and iny love's upon

Cor. No, I serve not thy master. [ter?

451 This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,

3 Serr. How,sir! Do you meddle with my masHe does fair justice; if he give me way,

Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service, than to medl'll do his country service.

dle with thy mistress: [Exit.

Thou prat'st and prat’st; serve with thy trencher, SCENE V.

hence!

[Beats him away. A Hall in Aufidius's House.

50 Ender Aufidius, z«ith the second Serving-mun. Music plais. Enter a Serting-man, Auf. Where is this fellow? 1 Sero. Wine, wine, wine! What service is 2 Strt. Here, sir ; I'd have beaten him like a here!' I think our fellows are asleep. [Exit. dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Enter another Serving-man.

duf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest 2 Scr. Where's Cotus? my master calls for 55 thou? Thy name? him. Cotus!

[Exit. Why speak’st not: Speak, man: What's thy name? Enter Coriolanus.

Cor. If, Tullus, Cor. A goodly house; The feast smells well : Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not but I

Think me for the man I am, necessity Appear not like a guest.

60 Commands me name myself. · That is, though not actually encamped, yet already in pay.To entertain an army is to take them into pay. Companion was formerly used in the same sense as we now use the word fellow.

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ways:

Auf. What is thy name?

Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Cor. A name uninusical to the Volces' ears, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart, And harsh in sound to thine.

Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Aut. Say, what's thy name?

Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell Thou hast a grimi appearance, and thy face

thee, Bears a command in't: though thy tackle's torn, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Thou shew'st a noble vessel: What's thy name? Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,

Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou Or lose mine arın for 't: Thou hast beat me out Auf. I know thee not:-Thy name? (me yet? Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done 10 Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, We have been down together in my sleep, Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may

Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service, And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood

Marcius, Shed for my thankless country, are requited 15 Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that But with that surname; a good memory', Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all And witness of the malice and displeasure [mains: From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war Which thou shouldst bear me, only that name re

Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, The cruelty and envy of the people,

Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who

120 And take our friendly senators by the hands; Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be Who ain prepar'd against your territories, Whoop'd out Rome. Now, this extremity, Though not for Rome itself. Hath brought me to thy hearth: Not out of hope, Cor. You bless me, gods !

[have Mistake me not, to save my life; for if 25 Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt I had fear'd death, of all the men i’ the world The leading of thine own revenges, take I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, The one half of my commission, and set down, To be full quit of those my banishers,

As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own A heart of wreakin thee, that wilt revenge 30 Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee

Or rudely visit them in parts remote, straight,

To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, Let me commend thee first to those, that shall That my revengeful services may prove 135 say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! As benefits to thee; for i will fight

And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Against my canker'd country with the spleen Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: Most Of all the under fiends. But if so be (tunes

welcome!

(Exeunt. Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more for- 1 Sero. Here's a strange alteration ! Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am 40 2 Sero. By my hand, I had thought to have Longer to live most weary, and present strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. Which not to cut would shew thee but a fool; 1 Serv. What an arm he has ! He turn'd me Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, about with his finger and his thunib, as one would Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, 45 set up a top: And cannot live but to thy shame, unless

2 Sero. Nay, I knew by his face that there was It be to do thee service.

something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, 4uf. O Marcius, Marcius,

[heart methought,–I cannot tell how to term it. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my i Sero. He had so; looking, as it were, A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter [say, 50 Would I were hang'd, but I thought there was Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and niore in him than I could think. 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply All-noble Marcius.--Let me twine

the rarest man i' the world. Mine arins about that body, where against

| Sero. I think he is : but a greater soldier My grained ash an hundred tiines hath broke, |55than he, you wot one. And scarr'd the moon with splinters! Ilere I clip 2 Serv. Who? my master? The anvil of niy sword; and do contest

1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. As hotly and as nobly with thy love,

2 Serv. Worth six of him. As ever in ambitious strength I did

1 Sero. Nay, not so neither : but I take him to Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, 60 be the greater soldier. I lov'd the maid I'marry'd; never man

2 Serd. "Faith, look you, one cannot tell how Memory for memorial. ? i. e. resentment or revenge,

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