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no worse than thy old father Menenius does! 0, Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us; Will I lend ear to. — - Ha! what shout is this? look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly

[Shout vithir. moved to come to thee; but being assured, none Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow but myself could move thee, I have been blown in the same time 'tis made? I will not. out of your gates with sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymeri.

Enter in mourning Habits, Virgilia, VOLUMNIA, The good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the

leading young Marcius, VALERIA, and At

tendants. dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like a block, hath denied my access to them

My wife comes foremost; then the lionour'd mould Cor. Away!

Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand Men. How! away?

The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection! Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs All bond and privilege of nature, break! Are servanted to others: Though I owe

Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate. My revenge properly, my remission lies

What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes, In Volscian breasts. That we bave been familiar, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather Than pity note how much. Therefore, begone.

Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows; Mind ears against your suits are stronger, than As if Olympus to a molehill should Your gates against my force. Yet, for 5 I lov'd thee, In supplication nod: and my young boy Take this along; I writ it for thy sake,

Hath an aspect of intercession, which

[Gives a Lelter. Great nature cries, Deny not, Let the Volces And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius, Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius, Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold’st. As if a man were author of himself, Auf. You keep a constant temper.

And knew no other kin. [Exeunt Coriol. and Aufid. Vir.

My lord and husband! 1 G. Now, sir, is your name Menenius.

Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in 2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: You

Rome. know the way home again.

Vir. The sorrow that delivers us thus chang'd, 1 G. Do you hear how we are shent 6 for keeping Makes you think so.

Cor. your greatness back ?

Like a dull actor now, 2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to swjon? I have forgot my part, and I am out,

Men. I neither care for the world, nor your Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, general : for such things as you, I can scarce think Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, there is any, you are so slight. He that hath a will For that, Forgive our Romans. -0, a kiss to die by himself, fears it not from another. Let Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! your general do his worst. For you, be that


Now by the jealous queen 8 of heaven, that kiss are, long; and your misery increase with your age! I carried from thee; and my true lip I say to you, as I was said to, Away! [Exit. Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate IG. A noble fellow, I warrant him.

And the most noble mother of the world 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: He is the Leave unsaluted : Siuk, my knee i' the earth; rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. (Exeunt.

(Kneels. Of thy deep duty more impression show

Than that of common sons. SCENE III. — The Tent of Coriolanus.


O, stand up bless'd!.

Whilst with no softer cushion than the flint, Enter CorioLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others.

I kneel before thee; and unproperly Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow Show duty, as mistaken all the while Set down our host. — My partner in this action, Between the child and parent.

[Kneels. You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly? Cor.

What is this? I have borne in this business.

Your knees to me? to your corrected son ? Auf:

Only their ends Then let the the pebbles on the hungry beach You have respected; stopp'd your ears against Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds The general suit of Rome; never admitted Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun; A private whisper, no, not with such friends

Murd'ring impossibility, to make
That thought them sure of you.

What cannot be, slight work.
This last old man, Vol.

Thou art my warrior ; Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? Loved me above the measure of a father ;

Cor. The noble sister of Publicola, Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle, Was to send him: for whose old love, I have That's curded by the frost from purest snow, (Though I show'd sourly to him,) once more And hangs on Dian's temple: Dear Valeria! offer'd

Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,
The first conditions, which they did refuse, Which by the interpretation of full time
And cannot now accept, to grace him only, May show like all yourself.
That thought he could do more; a very little


The god of soldiers, I have yielded too: Fresh embassies, and suits, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform 5 Because


Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou may'st prove 7 Openly.

8 Juno.

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To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars If it were so, that our request did tend
Like a great sea-mark, standing every Haw", To save the Romans, thereby to destroy
And saving those that eye thee !

The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn us, Vol.

Your knee, sirrah. As poisonous of your honour: No; our suit Cor. That's my brave boy.

Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volces
Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, May say, This mercy we have show'd; the Romans,
Are suitors to you.

This we receiv'd; and each in either side
I bescech you, peace :

Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, Be bless'd
Or, if you'd ask, remember this before;

For making up this peace! Thou know'st, great son, The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, Be held by you denials. Do not bid me

That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit Dismisss my soldiers, or capitulate

Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name, Again with Rome's mechanicks: Tell me not Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses; Wherein I seem unnatural: Desire not

Whose chronicle thus writ, The man was noble, To allay my rages and revenges, with

But with his last attempt, he wip'd it out ; Your colder reasons.

Destroy'd his country, and his name remains Vol.

0, no more, no more! To the ensuing age, abhorr’d. Speak to me, son : You have said, you will not grant us any thing; Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour, For we have nothing else to ask, but that

To imitate the graces of the gods ; Which you deny already: Yet we will ask; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, That, if you fail in our request, the blame

And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us. That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak ?

Cor. Aufidius, and you Volces, mark; for we'll Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Hear nought from Rome in private. — Your request? Still to remember wrongs?— Daughter, speak you: Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our He cares not for your weeping. — Speak thou, boy : raiment,

Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more And state of bodies would bewray | what life


Than can our reasons.-There is no man in the We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself,

world How more unfortunate than all living women More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me prate Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which Like one i’the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life should

Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy ; Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with When she (poor hen !) fond of no second brood, comforts,

Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, sorrow;

And spurn me back: But, if it be not so, Making the mother, wife, and child, to see Thou art not honest ; and the gods will plague thee, The son, the husband, and the father, tearing That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which His country's bowels out.

And to poor we,

To a mother's part belongs. He turns away: Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees. Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride, That all but we enjoy: For how can we,

Than pity to our prayers.

Down; an end : Alas! how can we for our country pray,

This is the last; So we will home to Rome Whereto we are bound; together with thy victory, And die among our neighbours. — Nay, behold us : Whereto we are bound ? Alack ! or we must lose : This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, The country, our dear nurse : or else thy person, But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, Our comfort in the country. We must find Does reason our petition with more strength An evident calamity, though we had

Than thou hast to deny't. Come, let us go: Our wish, which side should win : for either thou This fellow had a Volscian to his mother; Must, as a foreign recreant, be led

His wife is in Corioli, and his child
With manacles thorough our streets, or else Like him by chance : Yet give us our despatch :
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin ;

I am hush'd until our city be afire,
And bear the palm, for having bravely shed And then I'll speak a little.
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son, Cor.

O mother, mother! I purpose not to wait on fortune, till

(Holding VOLUMNIA by the hands, silent. These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene Than seck the end of one, thou shalt no sooner They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! March to assault thy country, than to tread, You have won a happy victory to Rome : (Trust to't thou shalt not,) on thy mother's womb, But, for your son, - Believe it, 0, believe it, That brought thee to this world.

Most dangerously you have with him prevailid, Vir.

Ay, and on mine, If not most mortal to him. But, let it come: That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, Living to time.

I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, Boy. He shall not tread on me;

Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard I'll run away, till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. A mother less ? or granted less, Aufidius? Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be,

Auf. I was mov'd withal. Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.


I dare be sworn, you were : I have sat too long.

(Rising. And, sir, it is no little thing, to make Vol.

Nay, go not from us thus. Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, 9 Gust, storm,

What peace you'll make, advise me: For my part,


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I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you, A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
Stand to me in this cause. — O mother! wife ! No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and thy Sic.

Friend, honour

Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain ? At difference in thee : out of that I'll work

Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire : Myself a former fortune.

[Aside. Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt of it? [The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, Cor.

Ay, by and by ; As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark [T. VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &'c.

you; But we will drink together; and you shall bear

[Trumpets and Hautboys sounded, and Drums A better witness back than words, which we,

beaten, all together. Shouting also within. On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. The trumpets, hautboys, psalteries, and fifes, Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, To have a temple built you : all the swords Make the sun dance. Hark you! (Shouting again. In Italy, and her confederate arms,


This is good news : Could not have made this peace. [Ereunt. I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia

Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, SCENE IV. - Rome. A publick Place. A city full ; of tribunes, such as you,

A sea and land full: You have prayed well to-day; Enter Menenius and SICINIUS.

This morning, for ten thousand of your throats Men. See you yond' coign? o' the Capitol : yond' ld not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! corner stone ?

[Shouting and Musick. Sic. Why, what of that?

Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings; Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with

next, your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Accept my thankfulness. Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. Mess.

Sir, we have all But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sen- Great cause to give great thanks. tenced, and stay upon execution.


They are near the city ? Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter Mess. Almost at point to enter. the condition of a man?


We will meet them, Men. There is differency between a grub, and a And help the joy.

(Going. butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon : he has Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patri

cians, and People. They pass over the Stage. wings; he's more than a creeping thing. Sic. He loved his mother dearly.

1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, his mother now, than an eight year old home. The And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he

them : walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground Unshout the noise that banish’d Marcius, shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a

Repeal 5 bim with the welcome of his mother ; corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum Cry, - Welcome, ladies, welcome!


Welcome, ladies! is a battery. He sits in his state 3, as a thing made for 4 Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished Welcome! [A Flourish with Drums and Trumpets. with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but

(Exeunt. eternity, and a heaven to throne in.

SCENE V. - Antium. A publick Place. Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what

Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is no Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here : more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male Deliver them this paper : having read it, tiger; that shall our poor city find : and all this is Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, 'long of you.

Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Sic. The gods be good unto us!

Will vouch the truth of it.

Him I accuse, Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be The city ports 6 by this hath enter'd, and good unto us. When we banished him, we re- Intends to appear before the people, hoping spected not them : and, he returning to break our | To purge himself with words: Despatch. necks, they respect not us.

(Exeunt Attendants.

Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius'
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house; Most welcome!
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,

I Con. How is it with our general ?
And hale him up and down; all swearing, if Auf
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
They'll give him death by inches.

And with his charity slain.
2 Con.

Most noble sir,
Enter another Messenger.

If you do hold the same intent wherein

What's the news? You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you Mess. Good news, good news ; – The ladies have of your great danger. prevail'd,


Sir, I cannot tell ; The Volces are dislodg’d, and Marcius gone : We must proceed, as we do find the people, % Angle. 3 Chair of state. 4 To resemble.

5 Recall,

6 Gates. X x 2

Even so,


3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours ; a 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either

Crowd of Citizens with him. Makes the survivor heir of all.

Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier ; Auf

I know it; No more infected with my country's love, And my pretext to strike at him admits

Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Under your great command. You are to know, Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighten'd, That prosperously I have attempted, and He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, With bloody passage, led your wars, even to Seducing so my friends : and, to this end,

The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought He bow'd his nature, never known before

home, But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,

The charges of the action. We have made peace, When he did stand for consul, which he lost With no less honour to the Antiates, By lack of stooping,

Than shame to the Romans: And we here deliver, Auf. That I would have spoke of :

Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians,
Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth ; Together with the seal o' the senate, what
Presented to my knife his throat: I took him ; We have compounded on.
Made him joint servant with me; gave him way Auf.

Read it not, noble lords;
In all his own desires ; nay, let him choose But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,

He hath abus'd your powers. My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments Cor. Traitor!

How now? In mine own person; holp to reap the fame,


Ay, traitor Marcius. Which he did end all his; and took some pride


Marcius! To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,

Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou I seem'd his follower, not partner; and

think He wag'd me with his countenance ?, as if I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name I had been mercenary.

Coriolanus in Corioli ? 1 Con.

So he did, my lord: You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously The army marvelld at it. And, in the last, He has betray'd your business, and given up, When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd For certain drops of salt, your city Rome, For no less spoil, than glory,

(I say, your city,) to his wife and mother : Auf

There was it; Breaking his oath and resolution, like For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. A twist of rotten silk; never admitting At a few drops of women's rheum , which are Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour He whin'd and roar'd away your victory; Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark !

Look'd wondering each at other. [Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Cor.

Hear'st thou, Mars? Shouts of the People.

Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, – 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post,


Ha! And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Auf. No more. Splitting the air with noise.

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart 2 Con.

And patient fools, Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever With giving him glory,

I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave 3 Con. Therefore, at your 'vantage,

lords, Ere he express himself, or move the people Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion With what he would say, let him feel your sword,(Who wears my stripes impressid on him; that must Which we will second. When he lies along,

bear After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury My beating to his grave ;) shall join to thrust His reasons with his body.

The lie unto him.
Say no more;.

1 Lord. Peace, both, and bear me speak. Here come the lords.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. —

Boy! False hound! Enter the Lords of the City.

If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, Lords. You are most welcome home.

That like an cagle in a dove-cote, I

I have not deserv'd it, Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli:
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd Alone I did it. — Boy!
What I have written to you?


Why, noble lords, Lords.

We have.

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, I Lord.

And grieve to hear it. Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, What faults he made before the last, I think, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? Might have found easy fines : but there to end, Con. Let him die for't. (Several speak at once. Where he was to begin : and give away

Cis. [Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to The benefit of our levies, answering us

pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;- my With our own charge); making a treaty, where daughter ; – He killed my cousin Marcus; le There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. killed my father. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.

2 Lord. Peace, ho; -- no outrage; - - peace. 7 Thought me rewarded with good looks.

The man is noble, and his fame folds in 9 Rewarding us with our own expenses.

This orb o' the earth. His last offence to us

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6 Tears.

Shall have judicious ' lcaring. — Stand, Aufidius, Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice And trouble not the peace.

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours Cor.

O, that I had him, To call me to your senate, I'll deliver With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

Myself your loyal servant, or endure To use my lawful sword !

Your heaviest censure. duf. Insolent villain!

1 Lord.

Bear from hence his body, Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

And mourn you for him : let him be regarded [Aufidius anul the Conspirators draw, and kill As the most noble corse that ever herald

Coriolanus, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands Did follow to his urn.
on him.

2 Lord.

His own impatience Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold. Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.

Let's make the best of it. 1 Lord. O Tullus, – Auf:

My rage is gone, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour And I am struck with sorrow,

Take him up :

Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers : I'll be one. — 3 Lord. Tread not upon him. - Masters all, be Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: quiet;

Trail your steel pikes. — Though in this city he Put up your swords.

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this which to this hour bewail the injury, rage,

Yet he shall have a noble memory. Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Assist. [Ereunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. 1 Judicial

A dead March sounded.

will weep.

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