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There's no remedy ;| In asking their good loves ; but thou wilt frame Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far Cleave in the midst and perish.
As thou hast power,
person. Vol. Pray, be counsellid : Men.
This but done, I have a heart as little apt as yours,
Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours:
As words to little purpose.
Pr'ythee now, Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that Go, and be rul'd: although, I know, thou hadst The violent fit o'the time craves it as physick
rather For the whole state, I would put mine armour on, Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, Which I can scarcely bear.
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. Cor. What must I do? Men. Return to the tribunes.
Enter CoMINIUS. Cor.
Com. I have been i' the market place : and, sir, What then? what then ?
'tis fit Men.
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness, or by absence, all's in anger.
Men. Only fair speech.
I think, 'twill serve, if he Though therein you can never be too noble,
Can thereto frame his spirit. But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Pr’ythee now, say, you will, and go about it.
He must, and will: Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, l' the war do grow together : Grant that, and tell me,
Cor. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce ? 8
With my base tongue, give to my noble heart Cor.
A lie, that it must bear? Well, I will do't : Men.
A good demand. Yet were there but this single plot to lose, Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to seem
This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, The same you are not, (which, for your best ends,
And throw it against the wind. To the marketYou adopt your policy,) how is it less or worse,
place : That it shall hold companionship in peace
You have put me now to such a part, which never With honour as in war; since that to both
I shall discharge to the life. It stands in like request ?
Come, come, we'll prompt you. Cor. Why force you this ?
Vol. I prythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak
My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To the people ; not by your own instruction,
To have my praise for this, perform a part Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you to, Thou hast not done before.
Cor. But with such words that are but roted in
Well, I must do't: Your tongue, though but bastards, and syllables
Away, my disposition, and possess me Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth.
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, Now, this no more dishonours you at all,
Which quired with my drum, into a voice Than to take in 6 a town with gentle words, That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Which else would put you to your fortune, and
Tent 9 in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up The hazard of much blood.
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue I would dissemble with my nature, where
Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd My fortunes, and my friends, at stake, requir'd
knees, I should do so in honour: I am in this,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles ;
That hath receiv'd an alms !-I will not do't: And you will rather show our general lowts 7
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon them, And by my body's action, teach mind
my For the inheritance of their loves, and safeguard
A most inherent baseness.
Vol. Of what that want might ruin.
At thy choice then : Men.
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than thou of them. Come, go with us; speak fair : you may salve so,
Come all to ruin; let Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Of what is past.
Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death Vol.
Do as thou list.
With as big heart as thou.
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me; And thus far having stretch'd it, (here be with them,) But owe thy pride thyself.
Pray, be content; Thy knee bussing the stones, (for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Cbide me no more. More learned than the ears,) waving thy head,
I'll mountebank their loves, Which often thus correcting thy stout heart,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd That humble, as the ripest mulberry,
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going : Now will not hold the handling: Or, say to them,
Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils,
Or never trust to what my tongue can do Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost confess, l'the way of flattery, further.
Vol. Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
Do your will. (Erit. 6 Sublue.
8 Unshaven head. 9 Dwell,
7 Cominon clowns.
Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you: arm
Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens. yourself
Sic. Draw near, ye people. To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd
Æd. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, I With accusations, as I hear, more strong
say. Than are upon you yet.
Cor. First, hear me speak. Cor. The word is, mildly: - Pray you, let us go; Both Tri.
Peace, ho. Let them accuse me by invention, I
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present? Will answer in mine honour.
Must all determine here?
I do demand,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you ?
I am content. Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content : Tyrannical power: If he erade us there,
The warlike service he has done, consider; Enforce him with his envy to the people ;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which show And that the spoil, got on the Antiates,
Like graves i' the holy churchyard. Was ne'er distributed.
Scratches with briars,
Scars to move laughter only.
Consider further, What, will he come?
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier: Do not take
How accompanied ? His rougher accents for malicious sounds, Æd. With old Menenius, and those senators
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather than envy s you.
Well, well, no more. Of all the voices that we have procur’d,
Cor. What is the matter,
That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour
Answer to us.
Cor. Say then : 'tis true, I ought so. And when they hear me say, It shall be so
Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take I'the right and strength of the commons, be it either From Rome all season'd 4 office, and to wind For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, Yourself into a power tyrannical ; If I say, fine, cry fine ; if death, cry death; For which, you are a traitor to the people. Insisting on the old prerogative
Cor. How! Traitor ? And power i' the truth o' the cause.
Nay; temperately: Your promise. Ed.
I shall inform them.
Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people ! Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Call me their traitor! - Thou injurious tribune! Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, Enforce the present execution
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Of what we chance to sentence.
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Æd.
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
Mark you this, people? Bru.
Go about it.
Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him! (Erit Ædile. Sic.
Peace. Put him to choler straight: He hath been usd
We need not put new matter to his charge: Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, Of contradiction : Being once chaf'd, he cannot Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks What's in his heart ; and that is there, which looks Those whose great power must try him ; even this,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying With us to break his neck.
So criminal, and in such capital kind, Enter Coriolanus, MENENIUS, Cominius, Senators, Deserves the extremest death.
But since he hath and Patricians.
Serv'd well for Rome, Sic. Well, here he comes.
What do you prate of service? Men.
Calmly, I do beseech you. Bru. I talk of that, that know it. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Cor.
You? Will bear the knave ? by the volume. — The honour'd
Is this gods
The promise that you made your mother ? Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Know, Supplied with worthy men ! plant love among us! I pray you, Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, Cur.
I'll know no further: And not our streets with war!
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, 1 Sen.
Vagabond exile, flaying ; Pent to linger Men. A noble wish.
But with a grain a day, I would not buy 2 Will bear being called a kave.
4 Of long standing.
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
It shall be so, it shall be so. Nor check my courage for what they can give, Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath I To have't with saying, Good morrow.
For that he has As reek 'o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize (As much as in him lies) from time to time
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
Your enemies with nodding of their plumes,
To banish your defenders ; till, at length, Even from this instant, banish him our city ; Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,) In peril of precipitation
Making not reservation of yourselves, From off the rock Tarpeian, never more
(Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most
That won you without blows ! despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back :
[Ereunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common
Senators, and Patricians. friends;
Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing.
Cit. Our enemy's banish’d! he is gone! Hoo! Сот.
Let me speak:
hoo! I have been consul, and can show from 7 Rome,
[The people shout, and throw up their Caps. Her enemies' marks upon me.
I do love
Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, My country's good, with a respect more tender, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite ; More holy, and profound, than mine own life, Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard My dear wife's estimate $, than if I would
Attend us through the city. Speak that
Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; Sic.
We know your drift: Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banished, The gods preserve our noble tribunes ! - Come. As enemy to the people, and his country :
[Ereunt It shall be so.
SCENE I. — Before a Gate of the City. I'll do well yet. - Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VirgiliA, MENE
And venomous to thine eyes. - My sometime general NIUS, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians.
I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Cor. Come leave your tears; a brief farewell :- Heart-hard’ning spectacles; tell these sad women, the beast
'Tis fonds to wail inevitable strokes, With many heads butts me away. – Nay, mother, As 'tis to laugh at them. — My mother, you wot Where is your ancient courage ? you were us'd
well, To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ;
My hazards still have been your solace: and That common chances common men could bear ; Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen, Show'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your son When most struck home, being gentle wounded, Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
With cautelous 4 baits and practice. A noble cunning : you were us'd to load me
My first 5 son, With precepts, that would make invincible Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius The heart that conn'd them.
With thee a while: Determine on some course, Vir. O heavens! O heavens!
More than a wild exposture 6 to each chance Cor.
Nay, I prythee, woman, That starts i’ the way before thee. Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Cor.
O the gods ! Rome,
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee And occupations perish!
Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us, Cor.
What, what, what! And we of thee : so if the time thrust forth I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd! Nay, mother, A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, O'er the vast world, to seek a single man If you had been the wife of Hercules,
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool Six of his labours you'd have done and sav'd
I'the absence of the needer. Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
Fare ye well: Droop not ; adieu : – Farewell, my wife! my Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too ivll mother!
Subdued. 3 Foolish so Showed hatred. 6 Not only.
9 Pack. i Vapour.
Of the war's surfeits, to go rove with one
Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country, That's yet unbruis'd : bring me but out at gate. As he began; and not unknit himself Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and The noble knot he made. My friends of noble touch 7, when I am forth,
I would he had. Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. Vol. I would he had ? 'Twas you incens'd the While I remain above the ground, you shall
rabble : Hear from me still; and never of me aught Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth But what is like me formerly.
As I can of those mysteries which heaven Men.
That's worthily Will not have earth to know. As any ear can hear. — Come, let's not weep.
Pray, let us go If I could shake off but one seven years
Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone : From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this: I'd with thee every foot.
As far as doth the Capitol exceed Cor.
Give me thy hand ; The meanest house in Rome: so far, my son, Come.
[Exeunt. (This lady's husband here, this, do you see,)
Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. SCENE II. – A Street near the Gate.
Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Why stay we to be baited Enter SICINIUS, BRUTus, and an Ædile.
With one that wants her wits? Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no Vol.
Take my prayers with you. further.
I would the gods had nothing else to do, The nobility are vex’d, who, we see, have sided
[Ereunt Tribunes. In his behalf.
But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them Bru.
Now we have shown our power, But once a day, it would unclog my heart Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Of what lies heavy to't. Than when it was a doing.
You have told them home, Sic.
Bid them home : And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
me ? Stand in their ancient strength.
Vol. Anger's my meat ; I sup upon myself, Bru.
Dismiss them home. And so shall starve with feeding. — Come, let's go: [Exit Ædile. Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS.
Men. Fye, fye, fye!
[Erunt. Here comes his mother. Sic. Let's not meet her.
SCENE III. A Highway between Rome and Bru.
Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting.
Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me : Vol. o, you're well met: The hoarded plague your name, I think, is Adrian. oʻthe gods
Vol. It is so, sir : truly, I have forgot you. Requite your love!
Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as Men.
Peace, peace; be not so loud. you are, against them: Know you me yet? Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should Vol. Nicanor ? No. hear,
Rom. The same, sir. Nay, and you shall hear some. - Will you be gone? Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you;
[To Brutus. but your favour 8 is well appeared by your tongue. Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sicin.] I would, What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the I had the power
Volscian state, to find you out there: You have well To say so to my husband.
saved me a day's journey. Sic.
Are you mankind ? Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurVol. Ay, fool ; is that a shame? — Note but this rection: the people against the senators, patricians, fool.
and nobles. Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preparThan thou hast spoken words?
ation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of Sic.
O blessed heavens! their division. Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small And for Rome's good. — I'll tell thee what ; thing would make it flame again. For the nobles Yet go: –
receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Nay but thou shalt stay too:— I would my son Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
all power from the people, and to pluck from them His good sword in his hand.
their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can Sic.
What then ?
tell you, and is almost mature for the violent Vir.
What then? breaking out. He'd make an end of thy posterity.
Vol. Coriolanus banished ? Vol. Good man, the wounds that he does bear Rom. Banished, sir. for Rome!
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Men. Come, come, peace.
Nicanor, 7 True metal.
Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have
Enter another Servant. heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife,
2 Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him. is when she's fallen out with her husband.
(Erito noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in
Enter CORIOLANUS. no request of his country.
Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells well: Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate,
but I thus accidentally to encounter you: You have Appear not like a guest. ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.
Re-enter the first Servant. Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you
1 Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence most strange things from Rome; all tending to the
are you? Here's no place for you : Pray, go to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, door.
Cor. I have deserved no better entertainment, Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and their In being Coriolanus. charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment 9, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
Re-enter second Servant. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and
2 Serv. Whence are you, sir ? Has the porter his am the man, I think, that shall set them in present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such com
panions? Pray, get you out. your company.
Cor. Away! Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have the
2 Serv. Away ? Get you away. most cause to be glad of yours.
Cor. Now thou art troublesome. Rom. Well, let us go together. (Exeunt.
I Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked
with anon. SCENE IV. — Antium. Before Aufidius's House.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean Apparel, disguised and
3 Sery. What fellow's this? muffled.
1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on : I Cor. A goodly city is this Antium : City, cannot get him out o' the house; Pr'ythee, call my 'Tis I that made thy widows; many an heir
master to him. Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow ? Pray Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not; you, avoid the house. Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones, Cor. Let me but stand ; I will not hurt your
hearth. Enter a Citizen.
3 Serv. What are you? In puny battle slay me. Save you, sir.
Cor. A gentleman. Cit. And you.
3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor.
Direct me, if it be your will, Cor. True, so I am. Where great Aufidius lies : Is he in Antium ? 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, other station; here's no place for you ; pray you, At his house this night.
avoid : come. Cor.
Which is his house, 'beseech you? Cor. Follow your function, go! Cit. This, here, before you.
And batten? on cold bits. (Pushes him away. Cor.
Thank you, sir ; farewell. 3 Serv. What, will you not? Prythee, tell my
[Erit Citizen. master what a strange guest he has here. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, 2 Serv. And I shall.
(Exit. Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
3 Serv. Where dwellest thou.
3 Sery. Where's that? To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes,
Cor. I'the city of kites and crows. Whose passions and whose plots have broke their 3 Serv. l’the city of kites and crows ? — What an sleep
ass it is!— Then thou dwellest with daws too ? To take the one the other, by some chance,
Cor. No, I serve not thy master. Sume trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my And interjoin their issues.
So with me:
master? My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
Cor. Thou prat'st, and prat'st ; serve with thy This enemy town. — I'll enter: if he slay me,
trencher, hence !
[Beats him away. He does fair justice: if he give me way, I'll do his country service.
Enter AUFIDIUS, and the second Servant.
Auf. Where is this fellow ? SCENE V. - A Hall in Aufidius's House. 2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a
dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Musick within. Enter a Servant.
Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest thou? 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here !
Thy name? I think our fellows are asleep.
. Why speak’st not? Speak, man : What's thy name? I A small coin,