I say,

1

Re-enter Aedile, with Citizens.
| Envied against the people, seeking means

W7 Sic. Draw near, ye people!

To pluck away their power; as now at last
Aed. List to your tribunes ; audience. Peace, I say ! Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence

An Cor. First, hear me speak.

of dreaded justice, but on the ministers Both Tri. Well, say ! - Peace, ho! That do distribute it; in the name o'the people,

The Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present? And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Must all determine here? Even from this instant, banish him our city;

Ca Sic. I do demand,

In peril of precipitation
If
you submit you to the people's voices,
From off the rock Tarpeian, never more

And
Allow their officers, and are content
To enter our Rome gates. I'the people's name,

CC To suffer lawful censure for such faults

it shall be so.

I si As shall be prov'd upon you ?

Cit. It shall be so,

Rei Cor. I am content.

It shall be so! let him away! he's banish'd, Men, Lo, citizens, he says, he is content: And so it shall be.

Sis The warlike service he has done, consider;

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common

Yo Think on the wounds his body bears, which show friends;

Dn Like graves i'the holy churchyard.

Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing.

I'll Cor. Scratches with briars, Com. Let me speak!

TI Scars to move laughter only.

An I have been consul, and can show from Romc, Men. Consider further,

Il Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love That when he speaks not like a citizen,

My country's good, with a respect more tender, You find him like a soldier. Do not take

'T More holy, and profound, than mine own life, His rougher accents for malicious sounds,

A My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase, But, as I say, such as become a soldier,

And treasure of my loins: then if I would Rather than envy you.

Speak that Com. Well, well, no more.

1 Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? Cor. What is the matter,

Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, That being pass’d for consul with full voice, As enemy to the people, and his country:

1 I am so dishonour'd, that the very hous

It shall be so. You take it off again?

Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so!' Sic. Answer to us.

Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate

V Cor. Şay then: 'tis true, I ought so.

As reek o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take As the dead carcasses of unburied men From Rome all seasou'd office, and to wind That do corrupt my air, I banish you ; Yourself into a power tyrannical;

And here remain with your uncertainty! For which, you are a traitor to the people. Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! Cor. How! Traitor?

Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Men. Nay, temperately! Your promise!

Fan you into despair! llave the power still
Cor. The fires i'the lowest hell fold in the people! To banish your defenders ; till, at length,
Call me their traitor! - Thou injurious tribune! Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,)
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, Making not reservation of yourselves,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in (Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Abated captives, to some nation
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free, That won you without blows ! Despising,
As I do pray the gods.

For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
Sic. Mark you this, people?

There is a world elsewhere. Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him!

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius, Sic. Peace!

Senators, and Patricians. We need not put new matter to his charge: Aed. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, Cit. Our enemy's banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo! Beating your ofhcers, cursing yourselves,

[The People shout, and throw up

their cups Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, Those whose great power must try him ; even this, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; So criminal, and in such capital kind,

Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Deserves the extremest death.

Attend us through the city. Bru. But since he hath

City. Come, come,

let us see him out at gates; Serv'd well for Rome,

come!-
Cor. What do you prate of service?

The gods preserve our noble tribunes! - Come!
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.
Cor. You?
Men. Is this

А ст IV.
The promise that you made your mother?
Com. Know,

SCENE I. — The same. Before the gate of the city I pray yon,

Enter Coriolanus, VOLUNIA, Vircilia, MESESIU'S, Cor. I'll know no further:

Comistus, and several young Patricians. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell! Vagabond exile, flaying. Pent to linger

the beast
But with a grain a day, I would not buy With many heads butts me away. – Nay, mother

,
Their mercy at the price of one fair word; Where is your ancient courage you were us'd
Nor check my courage for what they can give, To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ;
To have't with saying, Good morrow.

That common chances common men could bear;
Sic. For that he has

That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike (As much as in him lies) from time to time

Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows,

(Eseuth

craves

the power

When most struck home, being gentle wounded, Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menerics.

Here comes his mother.
A noble cunning : you were us'd to load mo

Sic. Let's not meet her.
With precepts, that would make invincible

Bru. Why?
The heart that conn'd them.

Sic. They say, she's mad.
Vir. O heavens! O heavens!

Bru. They have ta’en note of us :
Cor. Nay, I pr’ythee, woman,

Keep on your way:
Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, Vol. O, you're well met! The hoarded plague o'the
And occupations perish!

gods
Cor. What, what, what!

Requite your love!
I shall be lov’d, when I am lack’d. Nay, mother, Men. Peace peace! be not so loud.
Resume that spirit, when you were won't to say, Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear, –
If you had been the wife of Hercules,

Nay, and you shall hear some.- Will you be gone?
Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd

[To Brutus. Your husband so much sweat.- Cominius,

Vir. You shall stay too. [To Sicin.] I would, I had
Droop not; adieu!— Farewell, my wife! my mother!
I'll do well yet. - Thou old and true Menenius, To say so to my husband.
Thy tears are salter, than a younger man's,

Sic. Are you mankind?
And venomous to thine eyes. — My sometime general, Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame?-Note but this fool.-
I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
Heart-hard’ning spectacles; tell these sad women, To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,

Than thou hast spoken words?
As 'tis to laugh at them. – My mother, you wot well, Sic. O blessed heavens!
My hazards still have been your solace: and l'ol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words;
Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone,

And for Rome's good.- I'll tell thee what;--yet go!
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen

Nay, but thou shalt stay too:- I would my son
Makes fear’d, and talk'd of more than seen,) your son were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught

His good sword in his hand.
With cautelous baits and practice.

Sic. What then?
Vol. My first son,

Vir. What then?
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius He'd make an end of thy posterity.
With thee a-while: determine on some course, Vol. Bastards, and all. -
More than a wild exposture to each chance Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
That starts i'the way before thee.

Men. Come, come, peace!
Cor, O the gods !

Sic. I would he had continued to his country,
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee As he began; and not unknit himself
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, The noble knot he made.
And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth

Bru. I would he had.
A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send

Vol. I would he had ? 'Twas you incens'd the rabble :
O'er the vast world, to seek a single man;

Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool

As I can of those mysteries which heaven
L’the absence of the needer.

Will not have earth to know.
Cor. Fare ye well! -

Bru. Pray, let us go!
Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full lol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone!
of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one

You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:
That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. - As far as doth the Capitol exceed
Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and The meanest house in Rome; so far, my son,
My friends of noble touch, when I am forth, (This lady's husband here, this, do you see,)
Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come! Whom you have banish’d, does exceed all.
While I remain above the ground, you shall Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Hear from me still : and never of me aught

Sic. Why stay we to be baited
But what is like me formerly.

With one that wants her wits?
Men. That's worthily

V ol. Take my prayers with you !
As any ear can hear. - Come, let's not weep!- I would the gods had nothing else to do,
If I could shake off but one seven years

[Exeunt Tribunes.
From these old arms and legs, by the good resis, But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them
I'd with thee every foot.

But once a day, it would unclog my heart
Cor. Give me thy hand!

Of what lies heavy to't.
Come!

[Exeunt. Men. You have told them home,

And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sap with me? SCENE II. — The same. A street near the gate. Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,

Enter SociniuS, BRUTUS and an Aedile. And so shall starve with feeding. — Come, let's go!
Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
further.

In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come!
The nobility are vex’d, who, we see, have sided Men. Fye, fye, fye!

(Exeunt.
In his behalf.
Bru. Now we have shown our power,

SCENE II. - A highway between Rome and Antium. Let us seem humbler after it is done,

Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Than when it was a doing.

Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me: your Sic, Bid them home:

name, I think, is Adrian.
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they

Vol. It is so, sir; truly, I have forgot you.
Stand in their ancient strength.

Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you
Bru. Dismiss them home.

[Exit Aedile.are, against them. Know you me yet?

a

you

:

a

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

W but your favour is well appeared by your tongue. To take the one the other, by some chance, What's the vews 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 I, 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, putricians, and He does fair justice; if he give me way,

C nobles.

I'll do his country service.

[Erit. 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.

TI hope to come upon them in the heat of their di- i Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! Be vision,

I think our fellows are asleep.

(Exit. TI Ron. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing

Enter another Servant. would make it fame 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!

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

Enter Coriolants. 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. most mature for the violent breaking out

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

1 Seru. What would you have, friend? Whence
Rom. Banished, sir.

are you? Here's no place for you: pray, go to the
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, door.
Nicanor.

Cor. I have desery'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
Tallus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such com-
great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no 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. ? Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you

talked
Roni. 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?
you?

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 my master
charges, distinctly billetted, already in the entertain- to him.
ment, and to be on foot at an hour's warniug. 3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray

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 the 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one.
most cause to be glad of yours.

Cor. True, so I am,
Rum, Well, let us go together! [Exeunt. 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take

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

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

8 Serv. What, will you not?'Pr’ythee, tell mj
'Tis I that made thy widows; many an 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 v. Where dwellest thou ?
Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones, Cor. Under the canopy.
Enter a Citizen.

g Serv. Under the canopy

2
In puny battle slay me. - Save

you,
sir !

Cor. Ay.
Cie. And you !

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

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

3 Seru. I'the city of kites and cross? What av Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, ass it is! – Then thou dwellest with daws too? 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 with
Cit. This, here, before you,

Cor. Ay, 'tis an honester service, than to-meddle
Cor. Thank you, sir; farewell! [Exit Citizen. with thy mistress :
0, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Thou prat’st ; and prat’st; serve with thy trencher

, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,

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

2 Serv. Here, sir; Va have beaten him like a dog On a dissention of a doit, break out

but for disturbing the lords within.

up some

(Pushes him away.

my

master?

(Beats him away.

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

Bestride my threshold. Why, thou 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,

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

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

Dreamt of encounters 'twixt 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. Know'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 prepard 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 surname, Coriolanus. The painful service, Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, ifthou wilt have
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood The leading of thine 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 experieac'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,
mains ;

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 safl'er'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 struckI 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 ap Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims 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 revengeful services may prove

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

I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him, Against my canker'd country wath 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 to 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 him. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,

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

the greater soldier. It be to do thee service.

2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how Auf. o Marcius, Marcius! Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my excellent.

that: for the defence of a town, our general is 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, than thee, 3 Sero. O, slaves, I can tell you news, news, you
All noble Marcius ! — 0, let me twine

rascals!
Minc arms about that body, where against

1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, 3 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 nobly 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 firse, 1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack onr general ? I loved the maid I married ; never man

a top:

:

Joi

ter,'f

a

ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so But with his friends: the common-wealth doth stand;

M himself. And so would do, were he more angry at it.

(llo 1 Seru. He was too hard for him directly, to say Men. All's well; and might have been much betthe truth on't: before Corioli, hc 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?

Sie 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. The gods preserve you both! o'the table: no question asked him by any of the Sic. Good-e'en, our nciglibours !

fe 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,

ATT general is cut i'the middle, and but one half of Sic. Live, and thrive!

Ass what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours! We wish'd Corio

Up the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, lanus,

0c he says, and sowle the porter of Rome gates by the Had lov'd you as we did,

WE cars. 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.

C 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 ;
3 Serv. Do't? he will de't: for, look you, sir, he Crying, Confusion!
has as many friends as enemies : which friends, sir, Bru. Caius Marcius was
(as it were,) durst not (look you, sir,) show them- A worthy officer i'the war; but insolent,
selves (as wc term it,) his friends, whilst he's in di- O’ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
rectitude.

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

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

IL again, and the man in blood, they will out of their Men. I think not so. burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him. Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, T 1 Serv. But when goes this forward ?

If he had gone forth consul, found it so. 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome 1 have the drum struck up this afternoon : '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,
2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, in- Reports, - the Volces with two several powers
crease tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
Are enter'd in the Roman territories ;

T
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 more bastard children, than wars a destroyer of Thrusts 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?
1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another, Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be,
3 Serv. Reason; 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. 4 public place. Lest you should chance to whip your information,
Enter Sicinius and BRUTUS.

And beat the messenger, 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.
Blushi, that the world goes well; who rather had,

Enter a Messenger.
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going
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 MENENTUS.

Go whip him 'fore the

people's eyes : – his raising!
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'd, Sic. What more fearful?

men.