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Enter Titi's LARTIUS.
Enter a Messenger.
May give you thankful sacrifice ! - Thy news?
Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
And then I came away.
Com. Though thou speak'st truth,
Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long is't since?
How conld'st thou in a mile confound an hour, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier And bring thy news so late? Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible Mess. Spies of the Volees Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world lalf an hour since brought my report. Were feverous, and did tremble.
Enter Marcius. Re-enter Marcits, bleeding,assaulted by the Enemy. Com. Who's yonder, 1 Sol, Look, sir !
That does appear as he were fay'd ? O gods ! "Lart. 'Tis Marcius :
He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
Before-time seen him thus. [They fight, and all enter the city. Mar. Come I too late?
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, SCENE V. - Within the town. A street. More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
Enter certain Romuns, with spoils. From every meaner man's. 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
Mar. Come I too late? 2 Rom. And I this.
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. But mantled in your own.
[Alarum still continues afar ol Mar. 0! let me clip you Enter Mancius, and Titus LARTICS, with a Trum- in arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart pet.
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their hours And tapers burn’d to bedward. At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, Com. Flower of warriors, Irons of a doit, doublets that bangmen would How is't with Titus Lartius ? Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Ere yet the fight be done, pack up! Down with Condemning some to death, and some to exile; them!
Ransoming him, or pitying, threat’ning the other; And hark, what noise the general makes ! - To him! Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Piercing our Romans. Then, valiant Titus, take To let him slip at will. Convenient ntimbers to make good the city; Com. Where is that slave, Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste Which told me they had beat you to your trenches ? To help Cominius.
Where is he? Call him hither. Lart. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st ;
Mar. Let him alone, Thy exercise bath been too violent for
He did inform the truth: but, for our gentlemen, A second course of fight.
The common file, ( A plague ! - Tribunes for them!) Mar. Sir, praise me not:
The mouse ne'er shunn’d the cat, as they did budge My work hath not yet warm’d me. Fare you well! From rascals worse than they. The blood I drop is rather physical,
Com. But how prevail'd you? Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus
Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think I will appear, and fight.
Where is the enemy? Are you lords o'the field ? Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
If not, why cease you till you are so?
Retire, to win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell!
Their bands in the vaward are the Anliates,
SCENE VI. — Neur the cump of Cominius. Thcir very heart of hope.
Mar. I do beseech yoll,
By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, We have made to endure friends, that you directly Nor cowardly in retire. Believe me, sirs,
Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates;
Com. Though I could wish
And balms applied to yon, yet dare I never
Deny your asking; take your choice of those
SCENE IX. -- The Roman camp: That best can aid your action.
Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Entor Miar. Those are they
at one side, Comintus, and Romans; at the other That most are willing. - If any snch be here,
side, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf, and other (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting
Romans. Wherein you see me smear’d; if
Com. If I should tell thee o'er thisthy day's work, fear
any Lesser his person, than an ill report;
Thou'lt not believe thy decds: but I'll report it, If any think, brave death outweighs bad life,
Where senators shall mingle tears with smilesí And that his country's dearer, than himself,
Where great patricians shall attend and shrug, Let him, alone, or so many, so minded.
I'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, Wave thus, (Waving his hand.) to express his dis- And, gladly quas’d, hear more; where the dul triposition,
bunes, And follow Marcius.
That, with the fusty plebcians, hate thine honours,
Our Rome hath such a soldier !
Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully din'd before. If these slows be not outward, which of you
Enter Titus LARTIES, with his power, from the But is four Volces ? None of you but is
pursuit. Able to bear against the great Aufidias
Lart. O general, A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
Hadst thou beheld --
Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood, And four shall quickly draw out my comm
When she dues praise me, grieves me. I have done, Which men are best inclin'd.
As you have done; that's what I can; induc'd,
As you have been; that's for my country: Com. March on, my fellows:
He, that has but effected his good will, Make good this ostentation, and you shall
llath overtu'en mine act. Divide in all with us.
Com. You shall not be
The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
The value of her own : 'twere a concealment
ing with a Druin and Trumpet toward Comunits To hide your doings; and to silence that,
Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you,
you have done,) before our army hear ine.
Loin. Should they pot,
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, Lieu. Fear not our care, sir.
And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses
(Whereof we have tu en good, and good store,) of all Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us. Our guider, come; to the Roman camp couduct us! We render you the teoth; to be ta’en forth
The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city,
(E.xeunt. Before the common distribution, at SCENE VIII. – A field of battle between the Roman Your only choice. and the Volscian camps.
Mur. I thank you, general; Alarum. Enter Mancies and ACFIDIUS.
But cannot make my heart consent to take Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it; thee
And stand upon my.common part with those Worse, than a promise-breaker.
That have beheld the doing. Auf. We hate alike;
[4 long Flourish.
cry, Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor.
cius! Marcius! cust up their caps More, than thy fame and envy: fix thy foot.
and lances : Cominius and Lartus Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
stand bare. And the gods doom him after!
Mar. May tliese same iostruments, which your pro Auf. If I Ny, Marcius,
fane, Halloo me like a liare.
Never sound more! When drums and trumpets shall Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
l'the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Aloue I fought in your Corioli walls,
Made all of false-fac'd soothing! When steel grows And made what work I pleas'd. 'Tis not my blood, Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be male Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge, An overture for the wars! No more, I say; Wreuch up thy power to the highest.
for that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, Auf. Wert thou the Hector,
Or foil'd some debile wretch, -- which, without note
In acclamations hyperbolical;
In praises sauc'd with lies.
More cruel to your good report, than grateful (Exeunt figthing, driven in by Marcius. To us that give you truly: by your patience,
you shout me forth
W SI B T
Jf 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you Embarquements all of fury, shall list up
Be hostages for Rome.
o ? Caius MARCIT'S CONJOLANTS.
Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: Bcar the addition nobly ever!
I pray you,
How the world goes; that to the pace of it
I may spar on my journey.
[Exeunt. Whether I blush, or no. Howbeit, I thank you! I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times,
А ст II.
SCENE I. - Rome. A public place.
Enter MENEXIS, S!CIATCs, and Cultus. Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
Mlen. The augurer tells me, we shall have ncws To Rome of onr success. You, Titus Lartius,
to-night. Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
Bru. Good, or bad? The best, with whom we may articulate,
Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, For their own good, and ours.
for they love not Marcius. Lart. I shall, my lord.
Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their fricnds. Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love? Kelus’d most princely silts, am bound to beg
Sic. The lamb. of my lord general.
Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians Com. Take it: 'tis yours.
would the noble Marcius. Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,
Pru. lie's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly:
Alen. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. He cried to me; I saw him prisoner ;
You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall But then Aufidius was within my view, And wrath o'erwhelm’d my pity: I request yon
Both Trib. Well, sir. To give my poor host freedom.
Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you Com. O, well begg'd!
two have not in abundance?
Bru. And topping all others in boasting.
Men. This is strange now. Do you two huow low I am weary; yea, my memory is tir’d
you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o'the Have we no wine here?
right-hand file? Do you?
Both Trib. Why, how are we censured?
(E.reunt. not be angry?
Buth Trib. Well, well, sir, well! SCENE X. - The camp of the l'olces. Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little 4 flourish. Curnets. Enter Tulles à(11!il's, bloody, thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of with two or three soldiers.
| patience: give your disposition the reins, and be Auf. The town is ta'en !
angry at your pleasures; at the least, if you take it 1 Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. as a pleasure to you, in being so. You blame MarAuf. Condition? —
cius for being proud ? I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Bril. We do it not alone, sir. Being a Volce, be that I am. - - Condition !
Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for What good condition can a treaty find
your helps are many; or else your actions would I'the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, grow wondrons single: your abilities are too infantI have fonght with thee; so ofien last thou beat me; like, for doing much alone. You talk of pride; O, And wouidst do so, I think, should we encounter that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of As often as we eat. By the elements,
your necks, and make but an interior survey of your If e'er again I meet him beard 10 beard,
good selves! 0, that you could ! He is mine, or I am his. Mive emulation
Bru. What then, sir ? Iath not that honour in't, it had; for where Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of I thought to crush bim in an equal force,
un meriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias, (True sword to sword,) I'll poich at him some way; fools,) as any in Rome. Or wrath, or craft, may get him.
Sic. Menenius, you are known wel: enongh too. 1 Sol. He's the devil.
Men. I am kuown to be a humorous patrician, and Auf. Bolder, though not so subtile. My valour's one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of poison'd,
allaying Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect, With only suffering stain by him; for him in favouring the first complaint: hasty, and tinderShall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
like, apon 100 trivial motion: one that converses Beiug naked, sick; nor fane, nor Capitol,
more with the buttock of the night, than with the Tye prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, forehead of the morning. What I think, I uiter;
and spend my malice in my breath, Meeting two such Men. So do I too, if it be not too much. – Brings weals-men as you are, (I cannot call you Lycurguses) if a victory in his pocket? - The wounds become him. the drink you give me touch my palate adversely, 11. I'ol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time make a crooked face at it. I cannot say, your worships home with tlic oaken garland. hare delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in Men. Has lie disciplined Aufidias soundly? compound with the major part of your syllables : and lol. Titus Lartius writes, -- they fought together, though I must be content to bear with those, that suy but Aufidius got off. you are reverend gravemen; yet they lie deadly, that Men. And it was time for him too, I'll warrant tell, you have good faces. If you see this in the map him that: an he had staid by liim, I would not hare of my microcosm, follows it, that I am known well been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and enough too? What harm can your bisson conspectu- the gold that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this? ities glean out of this character, if I be known Vol. Good ladies, let's go! - Yes, yes, yes : the well enough too?
senate has lettres from the general, whereia he Bru. Come, sir, come, we know yon well enough. gives my son the whole name or the war: he bath in Men. You koow neither me, yourselves, nor any this action outdone his former deeds doubly. thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps
and l'al lu troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, iu Men. Wondrous? Ay, I warrant you, and not withhearing a cause between an orangewife aud a fosset-out his true purchasing. seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three- Vir. The gods graat them true! pence to a second day of audience. - When you are
Vol. True? how, wow. hearing a matter between party and party, if you Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true. - Where chance to be pinched with the cholic, you make is he wounded? God save your good worships! faces like mammers; set up the bloody flag against [To the Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dis- coming home: he has more cause to be proud.-miss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled Where is he wounded? by your hearing: all the peace you make in their Vol. l’the shoulder, and i'the left arm : there will cause, is, calling both the parties knaves. You are be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall a pair of strange ones.
stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Bru. Come,.come, you are well understood to be a Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body. perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bench- Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, er in the Capitol.
tliere's nine, that I know, Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if Vol. lle had, before this last expedition, twentse they shall encounter snch ridiculous subjects as you live wounds upon him. are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enenot worth the wagging of your beards; and your my's grave :(-1 shoui,und flourish.}Hark! the trumpets
. beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as to stuff Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears ; pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your Which being advancd, declines; and then men die
, predecessors, since Deucalion; though, peradven- 4 Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter Couisits and ture, some of the best of them were hereditary hang- Titus Lantits; between them, CORIOLANCS
, crowned men. Good e'en to your worships; more of your con- with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, versation would infect my brain, being the herds- and a Herald. men of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to take Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcias did fight my leave of you.
Within Corioli' gates : where he hath won, [Brutus and Sicinius retire to the back of With fame, a name to Caius Marcius;
these the scene.
Tu honour follows, Coriolanus: Enter VOLUMNIA, Virgilia, and Våleria, etc. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! (Flourish. How now, my as fuir as noble ladies, and the moon, all, Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do
Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart ;
Pray now, no more. Vol.KonourableMenenius,my boyMarcius approach- Com. Look, sir, your mother,es; for the love of Juno, let's go.
Cor. O! Men. Ha! Marcius coming home?
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;
By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd,
What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee? Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath But 0, thy wife another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one Cor. My gracious silence, hail ! at liomc for you.
Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come cofin'd howe, Men. I will make my very house reel to-night :- That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, A letter for me?
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you : I sawit. And mothers that lack sons, Men. A letter for ine? It gives me an estate of Men. Now the gods crown thee! seven years' health; in which time I will make alip Cor. And live you yet? -0 my sweet lads, pardone
. at the physician: the most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative, Vol. I know not where to turn :- 0 welcome home of no better report, than a horse-drench. Is he noi And welcome, generall -- and you are welcome all
. wounded? he was wont to come home wounded,
Men. A hundred thousand welcomes ! I could weep; Vir. O, no, no, no !
And I could laugh ; I am light, and heavy. Welcome! l'ol. O, he is wounded, 1.thank the gods for't. A carse begin at very root of his heart,
your eyes so fast?
That is not glad to see thee! - Yon are three, Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills;
To him, or our authorities. For an end,
He still hath held them: that to his power, he would
Dave made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and
Dispropertied their freedoms: holding them,
In human action and capacity,
of no more soul, nor fitness for the world,
Then camels in their war; who have their provand
[To his wife and mother. Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
Sic. This, as you say, suggested
Shall teach the people, (which time shall not want,
If he be put upon't; and that's as easy,
As to set dogs on sheep,) will be his fire
Shall darken him for ever.
Enter a Messenger.
Bru. What's the matter?
Mes. You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought,
That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind
before. The Tribunes remain. Ladies and maids their scarf's and handkercniefs, 出 Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended, sights
As to Jove's statue; and the commons made
I never saw the like.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol;
Sic. Have with you.
[Exeunt. Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
SCENE 11. - The same. The Capitol.
Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.
2 of: Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every Commit the war of white and damask in
one, Coriolanus will carry it. Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
1 off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance Of Phoebus' burning kisses : such a pother, prond, and loves not the common people. As if that whatsoever god, who leads him,
2 of: ’Faith, there have been many great men that Were slily crept into his human powers.
have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; And gave him graceful posture.
and there be many that they have loved, they know Sic. On the sudden,
not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not joe! I warrant him consul.
why, they hate upon no hetter ground: therefore, Bru. Then our office may,
for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or During his power, go sleep.
hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in
101. If he did not care whether he had their love, Bru. In that there's comfort.
or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neiSic. Doubt not, the commoners, for whom we stand, ther good, nor larm; but he seeks their hate with Bat they, upon their ancient malice, will
greater devotion, than they can render it him; and Forget, with the least cause, these his new honours ; leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him Which that he'll give them, make as little question their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice As he is proud to do't.
and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which Bru. I heard him swear,
he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.
who, having been supple and courteous to the people,
so planted his hovours in their eyes, and his actions Bru. It was his word: 0, he would miss it, rather, in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, Than carry it, but by the suit o’the gentry to him, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful And the desire of the nobles.
injury; to report otherwise, were a malice, that, givSic. I wish no better,
ing itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke Than have him hold that parpose, and to put it from every ear that heard it. lo cxecution.
101. No more of him; he is a worthy man. Make Bru. 'Tis most like, he will.
way, they are coming.