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If, Tullus, [Unmuffling. , I love the maid I married ; never man Not yet thou know’st me, and seeing me, dost not Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Think me for the man I am, necessity
Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, Commands ine name myself.
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Auf.
What is thy name? Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
[Servants retire. We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn 7, And harsh in sound to thine.
Or lose mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me out Auf.
Say, what's thy name ? | Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; Bears a command in't ; though thy tackle's torn, We have been down together in my sleep, Thou show'st a noble vessel : What's thy name? Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius, me yet ?
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Auf. I know thee not. Thy name?
Thou art hence banish’d, we would muster all
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Though not for Rome itself.
You bless me, gods! Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt hare remains;
The leading of thine own revenges, take The cruelty and envy of the people,
The one half of my commission; and set down, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Thy country's strength and weakness, — thine own And suffer’d me by the voice of slaves to be
To fright them, ere destroy. But come in :
And more a friend than e'er an enemy. Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Most A heart of wreak + in thee, that will revenge
welcome! Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
[Ereunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee 1 Serv. (Advancing. ] Here's a strange alteration ! straight,
2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave That my revengeful services may prove
me, his clothes made a false report of him. As benefits to thee; for I will fight
1 Serv. What an arm he has ! He turned me Against my canker'd country with the spleen about with his finger and his thumb, as one would Of all the under 5 fiends. But if so be
set up a top. Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am
something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, meLonger to live most weary, and present
thought, — I cannot tell how to term it. My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: 1 Serv. He had so : looking, as it were, - 'Would Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool; I were banged, but I thought there was more in him Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
than I could think. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn : He is simply And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
the rarest man i' the world. It be to do thee service.
1 Serv. I think, he is : but a greater soldier than Auf.
O Marcius, Marcius, he, you wot 9 one. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my 2 Serv. Who? my master ? heart
1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
2 Serv. Worth six of him. Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, 1 Serv. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to 'Tis true ; I'd not believe them more than thee, be the greater soldier. All noble Marcius, O let me twine
2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to Mine arms about that body, where against
say that: for the defence of a town, our general is
Re-enter third Servant.
3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news, news, you
rascals. Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
1, 2 Serv. What, what, what? let's partake, 3 Memorial,
3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; | Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had, I had as lieve be a condemned man.
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold 1, 2 Serv. Wherefore? wherefore ?
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see 3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going our general, - Caius Marcius.
About their functions friendly. 1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general ?
Enter MENENIUS. 3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general ; but he was always good enough for him.
Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Me2 Serv. Come, we are fellows and friends : he
nenius? was ever too hard for him ; I have heard him say Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kind so himself.
Of late. Hail, sir ! 1 Sery. He was too hard for him directly, to say Men.
Ilail to you both! the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, notched him like a carbonado.
But with his friends: the commonwealth doth stand; 2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might And so would do, were he more angry at it. have broiled and eaten him too.
Men. All's well; and might have been much i Serv. But, more of thy news?
better, if 3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as He could have temporiz'd. if he were son and heir to Mars : set at upper end Sic.
Where is he, hear you ? o' the table : no question asked him by any of the Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his wife senators, but they stand bald before him: Our Hear nothing from him. general himself makes a mistress of him ; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o' the
Enter three or four Citizens. eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news Cit. The gods preserve you both! is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one half Sic.
Good e'en, our neighbours. of what he was yesterday ; for the other has half, by Bru. Good e'en to you all, good e'en to you all. the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll I Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our go, he says, and sowle ? the porter of Rome gates by
knees, the ears : He will mow down all before him, and Are bound to pray for you both. leave his passage polled. S
Live and thrive! 2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coimagine.
riolanus 3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, Had lov'd you as we did. he has as many friends as enemies : which friends, Cit.
Now the gods keep you. sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir,) show them- Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. [Ereunt Citizens. selves (as we term it) his friends, whilst he's in Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, directitude.
Than when these fellows ran about the streets, 1 Serv. Directitude! what's that?
Crying, Confusion. 3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up Bru.
Caius Marcius was again, and the man in blood, they will out of their A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, burrows, like rabbits after rain, and revel all with him. O’ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, 1 Serv. But when goes this forward ?
Self-loving, 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall Sic.
And affecting one sole throne, have the drum struck up this afternoon : 'tis, as it Without assistance.6 were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere Men.
I think not so. they wipe their lips.
Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, 2 Serv. Why then we shall have a stirring world If he had gone forth consul, found it so. again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, in- Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome crease tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
Sits safe and still without him. I Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; its sprightly, waking, audi
Enter Ædile. ble, and full of vent. 4 Peace is a very apoplexy,
Worthy tribunes, lethargy; mulled “, deaf, sleepy, insensible. There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, 2 Serv. 'Tis so.
Reports, — the Volces with two several powers 1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. Are enter'd in the Roman territories;
3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one And with the deepest malice of the war another.
The wars, for my money. I hope to see Destroy what lies before them. Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they
'Tis Aufidius, are rising.
Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, All. In, in, in, in.
(Ereunt. Thrusts forth his horns again into the world :
Which were inshell’d, when Marcius stood for Rome, SCENE VI. — Rome. A publick Place.
And durst not once peep out.
Come, what talk you
Of Marcius? Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him: Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot His remedies are tame i' the present peace
be, And quietness o' the people, which before
'The Volces dare break with us. Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
Cannot be! ! Meat cut across to be broiled. 2 Pull
We have record, that very well it can ; 3 Cut clear. 4 Rumour. 5 Softened.
And three examples of the like have been
As Hercules Within my age.
But reason with the fellow, Did shake down mellow fruit: You have made fair Before you punish him, where he heard this:
work! Lest you should chance to whip your information, Bru. But is this true, sir ? And beat the messenger who bids beware
Ay; and you'll look pale Of what is to be dreaded.
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist,
Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
Your enemies, and his, find something in him.
Men. We are all undone, unless
Who shall ask it ? That turns their countenances.
The tribunes cannot do't for shame : the people Sic.
'Tis this slave;
Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes : — his raising! Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they Nothing but his report!
Should say, Be good to Rome, they charg'd him even Mess. Yes, worthy sir,
As those should do that had desery'd his hate, The slave's report is seconded ; and more,
And therein show'd like enemies. More fearful is deliver'd.
'Tis true: Sic. What more fearful ?
If he were putting to my house the brand Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
That should consume it, I have not the face (How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius,
To say, 'Beseech you cease. - You have made fair Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome;
hands, And vows revenge as spacious, as between
You and your crafts! you have crafted fair! The young'st and oldest thing.
You have brought Sic.
This is most likely! A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
Say not, we brought it. Sic. The very trick on't.
Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him ; but, like Men. This is unlikely:
beasts, He and Aufidius can no more atone 7,
And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusters, Than violentest contrariety.
Who did hoot him out o'the city.
But, I fear Mess. You are sent for to the senate :
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius
The second name of men, obeys his points A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius,
As if he were his officer:Associated with Aufidius, rages
Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
That Rome can make against them.
Enter a Troop of Citizens.
Here come the cluster, Com. O, you have made good work!
And is Aufidius with him ? You are they Men.
What news ? what news? That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, Your old and greasy caps, in hooting at and
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming; To melt the city leads upon your pates ;
And not a hair upon a soldier's head, To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses;
Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs, Men. What's the news? what's the news ? As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
Com. Your temples burn'd in their cement; and And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd
If he could burn us all into one coal, Into an augre's bore.
We have deserv'd it. Men.
Pray now, your news? - Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
- Pray, your
For mine own part, news?
When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,
2 Cit. And so did I. Com.
3 Cit. And so did I ; and, to say the truth, so He is their god; he leads them like a thing did very many of us : That we did, we did for the Made by some other deity than nature,
best : and though we willingly consented to his That shapes man better; and they follow him, banishment, yet it was against our will. Against us brats, with no less confidence,
Com. You are goodly things, you voices ! Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
You have made Or butchers killing flies.
Good work, you and your cry! 9- Shall us to the Men. You have made good work,
Capitol ? You, and your apron men ; you that stood so much Com. O, ay; what else? [Exeunt Com. and Mex. Upon the voice of occupation, and
Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd; The breath of garlick-eaters!
These are a side, that would be glad to have Com.
He will shake This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home, Your Rome about your ears.
And show no sign of fear.
alluding to a pack of hounds.
I Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, | Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon let's home. I ever said, we were i' the wrong, As draw his sword: yet he hath left undone when we banished him.
That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, 2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. Whene'er we come to our account
(Exeunt Citizens. Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Bru. I do not like this news.
Rome? Sic. Nor I.
Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down; Bru. Let's to the Capitol : - Would half my And the nobility of Rome are his : wealth
The senators, and pat ians, love him too. Would buy this for a lie.
The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people Sic. Pray, let us go. (Ereunt. Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome, SCENE VII. – A Camp; at a small distance As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it from Rome.
By sovereignty of nature. First he was
A noble servant to them ; but he could not
Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride, Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman ?
Which out of daily fortune ever taints Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but The happy man ; whether defect of judgment, Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, To fail in the disposing of those chances Their talk at table, and their thanks at end; Which he was lord of; or whether nature, And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
Not to be other than one thing, not moving Even by your own.
From the casques to the cushion, but commanding Auf. I cannot help it now;
peace Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
Even with the same austerity and garb Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier As he controllid the war; but, one of these, Even to my person, than I thought he would, (As he hath spices of them all, not all 5, When first I did embrace him: Yet bis nature For 1 dare so far free him,) made him fear'd, In that's no changeling; and I must excuse So hated, and so banish'd : But he has a merit, What cannot be amended.
To choke it in the utterance.
So our virtues Lieu. Yet I wish, sir,
Lie in the interpretation of the time; (I mean for your particular,) you had not
And power, unto itself most commendable,
To extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail ; Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, Riglits by rights fouler, strengths by strengths do When he shall come to his account, he knows not
fail. What I can urge against him. Although it seems, Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly,
[Exeunt. And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state;
SCENE I. — Rome. A publick Place. Men. Why, so; you have made good work :
A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome, Enter Menenius, Comenius, SICinius, BRUTUS,
To make coals cheap 6 : noble memory! and others.
Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was less expected: He replied, Men. No, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath It was a bare petition of a state said,
To one whom they had punish'd. Which was sometime his general ; who lov'd him Men.
Very well : In a most dear particular. He call'd me father : Could he say less ? But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him, Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel For his private friends : His answer to me was, The way unto his mercy: Nay, if he coy'di He could not stay to pick them in a pile To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. Of noisome, musty chaff: He said, 'twas folly, Com. He would not seem to know me.
For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt, Men.
Do you hear? | And still to nose the offence. Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: Men.
For one poor grain I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops Or two? I am one of those ; his mother, wife, That we have bled together. Coriolanus
His child, and this brave fellow too, we are the He would not answer to : forbad all names; He was a kind of nothing, titleless, Till he had forg'd himself a name i’ the fire
2 An eagle that preys on fish.
4 The chair of civil authority. 3 Not all in their full extent. Of burning Rome.
61. e. Have managed so well for Rome as to get the town 1 Condescended unwillingly.
burnt to save the expense of coals.
You are the musty chaft; and you are smelt
Good my friends, Above the moon: We must be burnt for you. If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid | And of his friends there, it is lots 7 to blanks, In this so never-heeded help, yet do not
My name hath touch'd your ears: it is Menenius. Upbraid us with our distress.
you i G. Be it so; go back : the virtue of your name Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue Is not here passable. More than the instant army we can make,
I tell thee, fellow, Might stop our countryman.
Thy general is my lover 8 : I have been Men.
No; I'll not meddle. The book of his good acts, whence men have read Sic. I pray you, go to him.
His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplified; Men.
What should I do? For I have ever verified my friends, Bru. Only make trial what your love can do (Of whom he's chief,) with all the size that verity For Rome towards Marcius.
Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, Men.
Well, and say that Marcius Like to a bowl upon a subtle 9 ground, Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise Unheard; what then?
Have almost stamp'd the leasing': Therefore, But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
fellow, With his unkindness ? Say't be so ?
I must have leave to pass. Sic.
Yet your good will 1 G. Sir, if you had told as many lies in his Must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, As you intended well.
you should not pass here: no, though it were as Men. I'll undertake it:
virtuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip,
back. And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is He was not taken well; he had not din'd :
Menenius, always factionary on the party of your The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then general. We pout upon the morning, are unapt
2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff’d
say, you have,) I am one that, telling true under These pipes and these conveyances of our blood him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls back. Than in our priest-likefasts: therefore I'll watch him Men. Has he dined, can'st thou tell ? for I would Till he be dieted to my request,
not speak with him till after dinner, And then I'll set upon him.
1 G. You are a Roman, are you? Bru. You know the very road into his kindness, Men. I am as thy general is. And cannot lose your way.
1 G. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Men.
Good faith, I'll prove him, Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge very defender of them, and, in a violent popular Of my success.
(Exit. ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to Com. He'll never hear him.
front his revenges with the easy groans of old Sic.
women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye with the palsied intercession of such a decayed Red as 'twould burn Rome: and his injury dotant ? as you seem to be? Can you think to blow The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him ; out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in, 'Twas very faintly he said, Rise ; dismiss'd me with such weak breath as this ? No, you are deThus, with his speechless hand : What he would do, ceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for He sent in writing after me; what he would not, your cxecution : you are condemned, our general Bound with an oath, to yield to his conditions: has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon. So, that all hope is vain,
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, Unless his noble mother, and his wife ;
he would use me with estimation. Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him
2 G. Come, my captain knows you not. For mercy to his country. Therefore let's hence, Men. I mean, thy general. And with our fair entreaties haste them on.
I G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say; (Exeunt. go, lest I let forth your half pint of blood :
back, that's the utmost of your having: - - back. SCENE II. An advanced Post of the Volscian Camp before Rome. The Guard at their Stations.
Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow.
Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. 1 G. Stay: Whence are you?
Cor. What's the matter ? 2 G.
Stand, and go back.
Men. Now, you companions, I'll say an errand Men. You guard like men ; 'tis well: But, by for you ; you shall know now that I am in estiyour leave,
mation ; you shall perceive that a Jack + guardant I am an officer of state, and come
cannot office me from my son ·Coriolanus : guess, To speak with Coriolanus.
but by my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st 1 G.
From whence ?
not i' the state of hanging, or of some death more Men.
From Rome. long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; i G. You may not pass, you must return: our behold now presently, and swoon for what's to general
coine upon thee. — The glorious gods sit in hourly Will no more hear from thence.
synod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee 26. You'll see y vur Rome embrac'd with fire,before
& Friend 9 Deceitful You'll speak with Coriolanus.
2 Dotard. 3 Fellow. 4 Jack in office.