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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 lo 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 wilhin. 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,

Men.

This is good news : Could not have made this peace. (Exeunt. 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 Mexenius and SICINIUS.

This morning, for ten thousand of your throats Men. See you yond' coign ? o' the Capitol : yond' I'd 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.

Sic.

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?

Sic.

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 s him with the welcome of his mother ; corslet with his eye ; talks like a knell, and his hum Cry, - Welcome, ladies, welcome! is a battery. He sits in his state 3, as a thing made

AU.

Welcome, ladies! for * Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished Welcome! [A Flowrish 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.

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

1 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
Sic.

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,

Auf

Sir, I cannot tell ; The Volces are dislodg’d, and Marcius gone : We must proceed, as we do find the people, ? Angle,

Even so,

* To resemble.

5 Recall,

3 Chair of state.

6 Gates

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,

Auf.

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

Cor.

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 stoln 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 marvellid 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 beart
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, – I Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, Cor.

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.
Auf.
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 eagle in a dove-cote, I
Auf.

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?

Auf

Why, noble lords, Lords.

We have.

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, 1 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. ? Thought me rewarded with good looks.

6 Tears.

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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Shall have judicious' hearing. — 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.

0, 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.
Auf
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 and the Conspirators draw, and kill As the most noble corse that ever herald CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands Did follow to his urn.

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. (Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. 1 Judicial.

A dead March sounded.

on him.

will weep.

JULIUS CÆSAR.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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Julius CÆSAR,

ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
Octavius CÆSAR,
Triumvirs after the Death of .Cinna, a Poet.

A Soothsayer.
MARCUS ANTONIUS,

Julius Cæsar. M. Æmil. LEPIDUS,

Another Poet. CICERO, PUBLIUS, Popilius Lena; Senators. Lucilius, TrriniUS, MESSALA, young Cato, and Marcus BRUTUS,

VOLUMNIUS; Friends to Brutus and Cassius. CASSIUS,

Varro, Clitus, CLAUDIUS, Strato, Lucius, DarCasca,

DANIUS; Servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,

Conspirators against Julius Pindarus, Servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,

Cæsar. Decius BRUTUS,

CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar.
METELLUS CIMBER,

Portia, Wife to Brutus.
Cinna,
Flavius and MARULLUS, Tribunes.

Senators, Citizens, Guurds, Attendants, fc. SCENE, during a great Part of the Play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis; and near Pliilippi

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