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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
Tell not me:

Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist,
I know this cannot be.

Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
Not possible.

And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?

Your enemies, and his, find something in him.
Enter a Messenger.

Men. We are all undone, unless
Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going The noble man have mercy.
All to the senate house : some news is come,


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 deserv'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
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish So incapable of help.
Good Marcius home again.


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, Ile 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.
Enter another Messenger.


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,
Associated with Aufidius, rages

As if he were his officer: - Desperation

Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
Upon our territories; and have already,
O'erborne their way, consum'd with fire, and took

That Rome can make against them.
What lay before 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.
Pray now, your news ?

Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
You have made fair work, I fear me:-

- Pray, your
1 Cit.

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.

If! 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 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.
7 Unite.
& Mechanicks.

9 Pack; alluding to a pack of hounds.

1 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 patricians, love him too. Would buy this for a lie.

The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people Sic. Pray, let us go. (Exeunt. 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
Enter AUFIDIUS, and his Lieutenant.

Carry his honours even : whether 'twas pride, Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman ?

Which out of daily fortune ever taints Liêu. 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 controll'd 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 his 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,
Join'd in commission with him : but either | Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
Had borne the action of yourself, or else

To extol what it hath done.
To him had left it solely.

One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail ; Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, Rights 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: A 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:


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;

grains : 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.

· Helmet Of burning Rome.

4 The chair of civil authority. Not all in their full extent.

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 chaff'; 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. But, sure, if 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-sliot

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 unfillid, 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-like fasts: 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; [Ereunt.

go, lest I let forth your half pint of blood : SCENE II. - An advanced Post of the Volscian back, – that's the utmost of your having: - back.

Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow.
Camp before Rome. The Guard at their Stations.
Enter to them MENENIUS,

Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. 1 G. Stay : Whence are you?

Cor. What's the matter ? 2 G.

Stand, and


Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand Men. You guard like men; 'tis well: But, by for you; you shall know now that I am in esti

mation ; you shall perceive that a Jack 4 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

8 Friend. You'll speak with Coriolanus.

your leave,

7 Prizes.

9 Dotard. 3 Fellow. 4 Jack in office.

9 Deceitful

1 Lie.


no worse than thy old father Menenius does ! O, 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 have been familiar,

Which can niake 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;
Mine 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 you 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 1 G. 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 : Sink, my knee i' the earth ; rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. [Ereunt.

[K'neels. Of thy deep duty more impression show

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

O, stand up bless'd!. Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others.

Whilst with no softer cushion than the flint,

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?


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. 6 Reprimanded.

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

8 Juno.

To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars If it were so, that our request did tend
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, 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 beseech 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, silenl. 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 seek 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,

1 Betray.

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