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Vol. Nicanor? No.

To bitterest enmity. So, fellest foes, Rom. The same, sir,

Whose passions, and whose plots, have broke their Th Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you ; sleep but your favour is well appeared by your tongue. To take the one the other, by some chance,

с What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, No Volcian state, to find you out there. You have well and interjoin their issues. So with me:

Th saved me a day's journey. My birth-place hate 1, and my love's upon

Co Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrec- This enemy town. -- I'll enter: if he slay me, tion: the people against the senators, patricians, and He does fair justice; if he give me way,

C nobles.

I'll do his country service.

(Exit, An Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks SCENE V.- The same. A hall in Auridius's house. not so; they are in a most warlike preparation, and

Music within. Enter a Servant. hope to come upon them in the heat of their di- 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! Be vision.

I think our fellows are asleep.

(Est. ni Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing

Enter another Servant.

( would make it Name again. For the nobles receive 2 Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him.so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, Cotus!

(Exit. that they are in a ripe aptness, to take all power from

Enter CORIOLANUS. the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes Cor. A goodly house. The feast smells well; but i

T for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is al-Appear not like a guest. mast mature for the violent breaking out

Re-enter the first Servant. Vol. Coriolanus banished ?

1 Seru. What would you have, friend? Wherce Rom. Banished, sir, are you? Here's no place for you: pray, go to the

'S Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, door, Nicanor.

Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have In being Coriolanus. heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife,

Re-enter second Servant, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble 2 Serv. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his eyes in his head, that he gives entrauce to such comgreat opposer, Coriolanus, being now in bo request pavions? Pray, get you out! of his country.

Cor. Away! Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus 2 Serv. Away? Get you away! accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my Cor. Now thou art troublesome. business, and I will merrily accompany you home. 2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have

you Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most with anon, strange things from Rome ; all tending to the good Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say 3 Serv. What fellow's this?

1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and their get him out o'the house. Pr’ythee, call charges, distinctly billetted, already in the entertain- to him. ment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning. 3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pras

Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and you, avoid the house! am the man, 1 think, that shall set them in present Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth. action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of 3 Serv. What are you? your company:

Cor. A gentleman. Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have thcl 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. most cause to be glad of yours.

Cor. True, so I am, Rom. Well, let us go together! (Exeunt. 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up som

other station; here's no place for you; pray in SCENE IV.- Antium. Before Aufidius's house. avoid: come! Enter CORIOLANts, in mean appurel, disguised and Cor. Follow your function, go! muffled.

And batten on cold bits, Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. City,

3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr’ythee, te 'Tis I that made thy widows; many av heir master what a strange guest he has here, Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars

2 Serv. And I shall.
Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not; 3. w. Where dwellest thou?
Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones, Cor. Under the canopy.
Enter a Citizen.

3 Serv. Under the cauopy?
Sn
puny

battle slay me. - Save you, sir ! Cit. And you !

3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. Direct me, if it be yoar will,

Cor. I'the city of kites and crows. Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?

3 Serv. I'the city of kites and cross Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, ass it is! - Then thou dwellest with At his house this night.

Cor. No, I serve not thy master. Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech you?

Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle wi Cit. This, here, before you.

Cor. Ay, 'tis an honester service, Cor. Thank you, sir; farewell! [Exit Citizen. with thy mistress : O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Thou prat'st; and prat'st; serve Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,

hence! Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Enter AUFidits and the se Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Auf. Where is this fellow? Unseparable, shall within this hour,

2 Serv. Here, sir; Va have b On a dissention of a doit, break out

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Auf. Whence comest thou? What wouldest thou? Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Thy name?

Bestride my threshold. Why, thon Mars ! I tell thee,
Why speak’st not? Speak, man! What's thy name? We have a power on foot ; and I had purpose
Cor. if, Tullus,

{Uninuffling. Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dust not Or lose mine arın for't. Thou hast beat me out
Think me for the mau I am, necessity

Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Commands me name myself.

Dreamt of encounters 'twist thyself and me;
Auf. What is thy name? {Servants retire. We have been down together in my sleep,

Cor. A name unmusical to the Volcians' ears, Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And harsh in sound to thine.

And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Auf. Say, what's thy name?

Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Thou art thence banish’d, we would muster all
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war
Thou show'st a noble vessel. What's thy name? Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown. Kuow'st thou Like a bold flood o'er-beat. 0, come, go in,
me yet?

And take our friendly senators by the hands;
daf. I know thee not ! - Thy name?

Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done Who am prepar'd against your territories,
To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, Though not for Rome itself,
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may Cor. You bless me, gods!
My survame, Coriolanus. The painful service, Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, ifihon wilt hare

The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood The leading of thive own revenges, take
• Shed for my thankless country, are requited The one half of my commission; and set down,
But with that surname; a good memory,

As best thou art experienc'd, since thon know'st
And witness of the malice and displeasure

Thy country's strength and weakness, thine own ways:
Which thou should'st bear me: only that name re- Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
hains;

Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
The cruelty and envy of the people,

To fright them, ere destroy. But come in:
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who

Let me commend thee first to those, that shall
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest ; Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes !
And sufler'd me by the voice of slaves to be And more a friend than e'er an enemy;
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Most
Hath brought me to thy hearth. Not out of hope, welcome! [Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius.
Mistake me not, to save my life; for if

1 Serv. (Advancing.) Here's a strange alteration ! I had fear's death, of all the men i'the world

2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strackI would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, en him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, To be full quit of those my banishers,

his clothes made a false report of him. Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast

1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me about A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims

a top: of shame seen through thy country, speed thee

2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face, that there was straight,

something in him. He had, sir, a kind of face, meAnd make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,

thought, - I cannot tell how to term it. That my tevengeful services may prove

1 Seri'. He had so; looking as it were, - 'Wonld As benefits to thee; for I will fight

I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him, Against my canker'd country with the spleen

than I could think. of all the under fiends. But if so be

2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn. He is simply the Thou dar'st not this, and that lo prove more fortunes

rarest man i'the world. Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am

1 Serv. I think, he is; but a greater soldier than Longer to live most weary, and present

he, you wot one. My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice:

2 Serv. Who? my master ? Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool;

1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

2 Serv. Worth six of himn. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,

1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be And cannot live but to thy shame, uuless

the greater soldier. It be to do thee service.

2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to Auf. O Marcius, Marcins! Each word thou' hast spoke hath weeded from my say that: for the defence of a town, our general is

excellent.
heart

1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too.
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from you cloud speak divine things, and say,

Re-enter third Servant.
'Tis true; I'd not believe them more, thau thee, 3 Sere. O, slaves, I can tell you news, news, you
All noble Marcius ! — 0, let me twine

rascals! Mine arms about that body, where against

1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,

Serv. I would not be a Roman , of all nations;
And scar’d the moon with splinters! Here I clip I had as lieve be a condemned man.
The anvil of my sword; and do contest

1. 2. Serv. Wherefore? wherefore?
As hotly and as pobly with thy love,

3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack As ever in ambitious strength I did

our general, Caius Marcius. Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, 1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack onr general ? I loved the maid I married; never man

3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, was always good enough for him. Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart, 2 Sorv. Come, we are fellows, and friends : he was

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ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so But with his friends: the common-wealth doth stand;
himself,
And so would do, were he more angry at it.

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(UJO 1 Serr. He was too hard for him directly, to say Men. All's well; and might have been much bet

Jois the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotch'd him and

And notch'd him like a carbonado. He could have temporiz'd.

The 2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might Sic. Where is he, hear you?

SK have broiled and eaten him too. Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his wife

Br 1 Serv. But, more of thy news? Hear nothing from him.

Goc 3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if

Enter three or four Citizens.

SI he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end Cit gods preserve you both! o'the table: no question asked him by any of the Sic. Good-e'en, our neighbours !

He senators, but they stand bald before him. Our gene- Bru. Good e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all!

Tha ral himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies him- 1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our self with's hand, and turns up the white o’the eye knees,

M to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our Are bound to pray for you both.

AT general is cut i’the middle, and but one half of Sic. Live, and thrive! what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours! We wish'd Coriothe entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll

go, lanus, he says, and sowle the porter of Rome gates by the Had lor'd you as we did,

W ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave Cit. Now the gods keep you ! his passage poll’d. Both Tri. Farewell, farewell! [Exeunt Citizens.

с. 2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,

. imagine.

Than when these fellows ran about the streets; 8 Serv. Do't? he will do't: for, look you, sir, he Crying, Confusion! has as many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, Bru. Caius Marcius was

1 (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir,) show them- A worthy officer i'the war; but insolent,

T selves (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in di- O'ercome with pride, ambitions past all thinking, rectitude.

Self-loving,
1 Serv. Directitude! what's that?
Sic. And affecting one sole throne,

Y 3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up Without assistance.

ID again, and the man in blood, they will out of their den. I think not so.

1 burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him. Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, Y 1 Serv. But when goes this forward ?

If he had gone forth consul, found it so. 3 Serr. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome I hare the drum struck up this alternoon: 'tis, as it Sits safe and still without him. were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed

Enter Aedile. ere they wipe their lips.

Aed. Worthy tribunes,

N 2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, aguin. This peace is nothing, but to rast iron, in- Reports, the Volces with two several powers crease tailors, and breed ballad-makers,

Are enter'd in the Roman territories; 1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, and with the deepest malice of the war as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, aud- Destroy what lies before them. ible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, Men. 'Tis Aufidius, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, of morc bastard children, than wars a destroyer of Thrnsts forth his horns again into the world;

Which were inshell’d, when Marcius stood for Rome, 2 Serv. 'Tis so; and as wars, in some sort, may And durst not once peep out. be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but Sic. Come, what talk you peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

Of Marcius? I Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. — It cannot be, 3 Serv. Reasop; because they then less need one The Volces dare break with us. another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see Ro- Men, Cannot be ! mans as cheap as Volcians. They are rising, they are We have record, that very well it can; rising

And three examples of the like have been
All, in, in, in, in!

[Exeunt. Within my age. But reason with the fellow,

Before you punish him, where he heard this;
SCENE VI. -- Rome. A public place. Lest you should chance to whip your information,
Enter Sicinius and BRUTUS.

And beat the messeoger, who bids beware
Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him; of what is to be dreaded.
His remedies are tame i'the present peace

Sic. Tell not me:
And quietness o'the people, which before

I know, this cannot be. Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends Bru. Not possible. Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had,

Enter a Messenger.
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold Mess. The nobles, in grcat earnestness, are 50
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see All to the senate-house: some news is come,
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going That turns their countenances.
About their functions friendly.

Sic. 'Tis this slave;
Enter MENENIUS.

Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-
Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Menenius? Nothing but his report!
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he. O, he is grown most kind Mess. Yes, worthy sir,
Of late. – Hail, sir!

The slave's report is seconded; and more,
Men. Hail to you both !

More fearful, is deliver'd.
Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'a, Sic. What more fearful?

mer.

his rai ters, and

Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
(How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius, So incapable of help.
Join’d with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Pome; Tri, Say not, we brought it.
And vows revenge as spacious, as between

Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like The young'st and oldest thing.

beasts,
Sic. This is most likely!

And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusters,
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish Who did hoot him out o’the city.
Good Marcius home again.

Com. But, I fear,
Sic. The very trick on't.

They'll roar him in again. Tullns Anfidius,
Men. This is unlikely:

The second name of men, obeys his points
He and Aufidius can do more atone,

As if he were his officer:- desperation
Than violentest contrariety.

Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
Enter another Messenger.

That Rome can make against them.
Mers. You are sent for to the senate:

Enter a troop of Citizens.
A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius,

Men. Here come the clusters. –
Associated with Aufidius, rages

And is dufidius with him ? - You are they
Upon our territories; and have already

That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
o'erborne their way, consum’d with fire, and took Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at
What lay before them.

Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
Enter COMINIUS.

And not a hair upon a soldier's head,
Com. O, you have made good work!

Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs,
Men, What news? what news?

As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
Com. You have holp to ravish your own daugh- And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;

If he could burn is all into one coal,
To melt the city leads upon your pates;

We have desery'd it.
To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses;- Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
Men, What's the news? what's the news?

1 Cit. For mine owo part,
Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity.
Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd 2 Cit. And so did i.
Into an augre's bore.

s Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did
Men. Pray now, your
news? -

very many of us. That we did, we did for the best: You have made fair work, I fear me:- pray, your and though we willingly consented to his banishnews?

ment, yet it was against our will.
If Marcius should be join'd with Volcians, - Com. You are goodly things, you voices!
Com. jf!

Men. You have made
He is their god; he leads them like a thing Good work, you and your cry! - Shall us to the
Made by some other deity than nature,

Capitol ?
That shapes man better: and they follow him, Com. O, ay; what else? (Exeunt Com. and Men.
Against us brats, with no less confidence,

Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not disnjay'd;
Than boys parsning summer butterflies,

These are a side, that would be glad to have
Or butchers killing flies.

This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home,
Men. You have made good work,

And show no sign of fear.
You, and your apron-men; you, that stood so much 1 Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters,
Upon the voice of occupation, and

let's home. I ever said, we were i'the wrong, when he breath of garlick-eaters!

we banish'd him. Com. He will shake

2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home! Your Rome about your ears.

(Exeunt Citizens. Men. As Iercules

Bru. I do not like this news.
Did shake down mellow fruit. You have made fair Sic. Nor I.
work!

Bru. Let's to the Capitol. 'Would, half

my Bru. But is this true, sir?

weuth
Com. Ay; and you'll look pale

Would buy this for a lie!
Before you find it other. All the regions

Sic. Pray, let us go!

Exeunt.
Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist,
Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,

SCENE VII. • Ad

I camp; at a small distance from
And perish constant fools. Who is’t can blame him?

Rome.
Your enemies, and his, find something in him.

Enter AUFT

Us, and his Lieutenant,
Men. We are all undone, unless

Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman?
The noble man have mercy.

Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but
Com. Who shall ask it?

Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf

And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
Does of the shepherds : for his best friends, if they Even by your own.
Should say, Be good to Rome, they charg’d him even Auf. I cannot help it now;
As those should do that had deserv'd his hate, Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
And therein show'd like enemies.

of our design. He bears himself more proudlier Men. 'Tis true:

Even to my person, than I thought he would,
If he were putting to my honse the brand

When first I did embrace him: yet his nature
That should consume it, I have not the face In that's no changeling ; and I must excuse
To say, 'Beseech you, cease.-- You bave made fair What cannot be amended.
hands,

Lieu. Yet I wish, sir,
You, and your crafts ! you have crafted fair! (I mean for your particular,) you had

not
Com. You have brought

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Had borne the action of yourself, or else To one whom they had punish’d.

To To him had left it solely. Men. Very well :

1 Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, Could he say less? When he shall come to his account, he knows not Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard

1 What I can urge against him. Although it seems, For his private friends. His answer to me was, And so he thinks, and is no less apparent He could not stay to pick them in a pile

Wi To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, Of noisome, musty chatt. He said, 'twas folly,

2 And shows good husbandry for the Volcian state; I'or one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,

You Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon, And still to nose the offence.

M As draw his sword: yet he hath left undone Men, For oue poor grain

If That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, Or two? I am one of those; his mother, vise, Whene'er we come to our account. His child, and this brave fellow too, we are the

My Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? grains:

1 Auf All places yield to him, ere he sits down, You are the musty .chaff; and you are smelt

ls 1 And the nobility of Rome are his : Above the moon. We must be burnt for you,

. The senators, and patricians, love him too: Sic. Nay, pray, be patient! If you refuse your aid

Th The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people In this so never-heeded help, yet do not

Th Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty Upbraid us with our distress. But, sure, if you

li To expel him thence. I thiok, he'll be to Rome, Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue,

Fo As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it More than the instant army we can make,

10 By sovereignty of nature. First he was Might stop our countryman,

W A noble servant to them; but he could not

Men. No; Ill not meddle.

L

1 Carry his honours even : whether 'twas pride, Sic. I pray you, go to him. Which out of daily fortune ever taints

Men. What should I do?

H The happy man; whether defect of judgment, Bru. Only make trial what your love can do To fail in the disposing of those chances

For Rome, towards Marcius. Which he was lord of; or whether nature,

1 Men. Well, and say that Marcius Not to be other than one thing, not moving Return me, as Cominius is return'd, From the casque to the cushion, but commanding Unheard, what then? peace

But as a discoutented friend, grief-shot Even with the same austerity and garb

With his unkindness? Say't be so?
As he controlld the war: but, one of these, Sic. Yet your good will
(As he hath spices of them all, not all,

Must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure
For I dare so far free him,) made him fear'd, As you intended well.
So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit, Men. l'll undertake it:
To chake it in the utterance. So our virtues I think, he'll hear me, Yet to bite his lip,
Lie in the interpretation of the time;

And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me
And power, unto itself most commendable, He was not taken well; he had not din'd:
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair

The veins unlill'd, our blood is cold, and then To extol what it hath done.

We pout upon the morning, are unapt One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; To give or to forgive; but, when we have stulid Rights by rights fouler, strength by strengths, do fail. These pipes and these conveyances of our blood Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls, Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore l'Ul watch him

[Exeunt. Till he be dieted to my request,

And then I'll set upon him.

Bru. You know the very road into his kindness, А ст

And caupot lose your way. SCENE I. Rome. A public place. Men. Good faith, I'll prove him, Enter Mesex108, COMINIUS, SCINIUS, 'Brutus, and Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge Others.

Of my success. Men. No, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath said, Com. He'll never hear hin. Which was sometime his general; who loy'd him Sic. Not? In a most dear particular. He call’d me, father: Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eyo But what o'that? Go, you that banish'd him, Rad as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury. A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him: The way into his merey. Nay, if he coy'd 'Twas very faintly he said, Rise; dismiss'd me To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. Thus, with his speechless hand: 'what he would do Com. He would not seem to know me.

He sent in writing after me; what he would dog, Men. Do you hear ?

Bound with an oath, to yield to his conditions: Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: So, that all hope is vain, Jurg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops Unless his noble mother, and his wife; That we have bled together. Coriolanus

Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him He would not answer to: forbade all names; For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's here He was a kind of nothing, titleless,

And with our fair entreaties haste them on. (Es Till he had forg'd himself a name i'the fire SCENE II. – An adranced post of the Volcian of burning Rome.

before Rome. The Guard at their studio Men. Why, so; you have made good work:

Enter to them, Menerius.
A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome, 1 G. Stay! Whence are you?
To make coals cheap: a noble memory!

2 G. Stand, and go back! Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon, Men. You guard like men ; 'tis well: but When it was less expected. He replied,

leave, It was a bare petition of a state

I am an officer of state, and come

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