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 Rome; 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. Tullus Aufidius,
Men. This is unlikely :

The second name of men, obeys his points
He and Aufidius can no 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 Aufidius 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;
Inter 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- Aud pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;

If he could burn ús 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 own 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.

3 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. lf!

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 dismay'd;
Than boys pursuing 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 i Cic. 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 The 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.

[E.xeunt Citizens. Men. As Hercules

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?

wealth
Com. Ay; and you'll look pale

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

Sic. Pray, let us go!
you

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

SCENE VII. A 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 AUFIDIUS, and his Lieutenant.
Men. We are all undone, apless

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 iu 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 enenaies.

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 house 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 have 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

Join'd in commission with him: but either

Had borne the action of yourself, or else

|To one whom they had punish'd. To him had left it solely.

Men. Very well:
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
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
To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, Of noisome, musty chaff. He said, 'twas folls,
And shows good husbandry for the Volcian state; For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon, And still to nose the offence.
As draw his sword: yet he hath left undone

Men, For one poor grain
That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, Or two? I am one of those; his mother, wife,
Whene'er we come to our account.

His child, and this brave fellow too, we are the
Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? grains :
Auf All places yield to him, ere he sits dowo, You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
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 yoar aid
The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people In this so never-heeded help, yet do not
Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty

Upbraid us with onr distress. But, sure, if you
To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome, Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue,
As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it

More than the instant army we can make,
By sovereignty of nature. First he was

Might stop our countryman. A noble servant to them; but he could not

Men. No; I'll not meddle.
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?
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,

Men. Well, and say that Marcias
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 discontented friend, grief-shot
Even with the same austerity and garb

With his unkindness ? Say't be so? As he controll’d 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. I'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 stuf'd 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 I'll 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 cannot lose your way. SCENE I. Rome. A public place. Men. Good faith, I'll prove him, Enter Mesenius, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, 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 him. 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, Rod 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.

lle sent in writing after me; what he would not, 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, J urg'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 hence, He was a kind of nothing, titleless,

And with our fair entreaties haste them on. Ereunt. Till he had forg'd himself a name i'the fire

SCENE II. – An advanced post of the Volcian camp Or burning Rome.

before Rome. Men. Why, so; you have made good work:

Enter to them, Menentus.
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

back! Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon,

Men. You guard like men ; 'tis well: but, by your When it was less expected. He replied,

leave, It was a bare petition of a state

I am an officer of state, and come

V.

The Guard at their stutions.

To speak with Coriolanus.

to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to thee; 1 G. From whence ?

but being assured, none but myself could move thee, Men. From Rome.

I have been blown out of your gates with sighs; 1 G. You may not pass, you must return: our and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitiogeneral

pary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy wrath, Will no more hear from thence.

and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, 2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire, before who, like a block, hath denied my access to thee. You'll speak with Coriolanus.

Cor. Away!
Men. Good my friends,

Men. How! away?
If you have heard your general talk of Rome, Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My allairs
And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, Are servanted to others: though I owe
My name hath touch'd your ears : it is Menenius. My revenge properly, my remission lies
1 G. Be it so; go back! the virtue of your name In Volcian breasts. That we have been familiar,
Is not here passable.

Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Men. I tell thee, fellow,

Than pity note how much. --- Therefore, be gone !
Thy general is my lover: I have been

Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than
The book of his good acts, whence men have read Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee,
His fame unparalleld, haply, amplified;

Take this along; I writ it for thy sake,
For I have ever verified my friends,

(Gives a letter. (of whom he's chief,) with all the size that verity And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius, Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius, Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,

Was my belov'd in Rome: yet thou behold'st -
I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise Auf. You keep a constant temper.
Have, almost, stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow,

(Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. I must have leave to pass.

1 G. Now, sir, is your name Menenius ? 1 G. 'Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his 2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power : you behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you know the way home again. should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous 1 G. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back!

your greatness back ? Men. Prythee, fellow, remember my name is Me-2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon? nenius,always factionary on the party of your genera . Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general:

2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you say, for such things as you, I can scarce think there's you have,) I am one that , telling true under him, any, you are so slight. He, that hath a will to die by must say, you cannot pays. Therefore, go back ! himself, fears it not from another. Let your general

Men. Has he dined, can'st thou tell ? for I would do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and not speak with him till after dinner,

your misery increase with your age! I say to you, 1 G. You are a Roman, are you?

as I was said to, Away!

[Éxit. Men. I am as thy general is.

1 G. A noble fellow, I warrant him.
1 G. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: he is the
you, when you have pushed out your gates the very rock, tho oak not to be wind-shaken. [Exeunt.
defender of them, and, in a violent popnlar igno-
rance, given your enemy your shield, think to front SCENE III. — The tent of CORIOLANUS.
his revenges with the easy groans of old women, Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and Others.
the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-marrow
palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant, as you Set down our host. — My partner in this action,
seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended. You must report to the Volcian lords, how plainly
fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak I have borne this business.
breath as this ? No, you are deceived; therefore, back Auf. Only their ends
to Rome, and prepare for your excoution: you are You have respected ; stopp'd your ears against
condemned, our general has sworn you out of re- The general suit of Rome; never admitted
prieve and pardon.

A private whisper, no, not with such friends
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he That thought them sure of you.
would use me with estimation.

Cor. This last old man,
2 G. Come, my captain knows you not.

Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, Men. I mean, thy general.

Lov'd me above the measure of a father;
1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say, Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
go ! lest Í let forth your half pint of blood! - back, Was to send him; for whose old love, I have
--that's the utmost of your having !-- back! (Though I show'd sourly to him,) once more offer'd
Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,-

The first conditions, which they did refuse,
Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.

And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
Cor. What's the matter?

That thought he could do more; a very little Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for I have yielded too: fresh embassies, and suits, you; you shall know now, that I am in estimation; Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter you shall perceive, that a Jack guardant cannot Will I lend ear to. - Ha! what shout is this? office me from my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my

[Shout within. entertainment with him, if thoa stand'st not i'the Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow state of hanging, or of some death more long in In the same time 'tis made? I will not. spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now Enter, in mourning habits , Virgilia, Volumnia, presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. leuding young Marcius, Valeria, and Attendants. The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould particular prosperity, and love thee no worse, than wherein this trunk was fram’d, and in her hand thy old father Menenius does! O, my son! my son! The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affection! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water All bond and privilege of nature, break!

a

Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate. -

Whici you deny already. Yet we will ask; What is that curt'sey worth? or those dove's eyes, That, if you fail in our request, the blame Which can make gods forsworn? -Iinelt, and am not May hang upon your hardness; therefore hear us! Of stronger earth than others. -— My mother bows; Cor. Aufidius, and you Voices, mark; for we'll As if Olympus to a molehill should

Hear nought from Rome in private. — Your request? In supplication nod: and my young boy

Vol. Should webe silent and not speah, our raiment,
Hath an aspect of intercession, which

And state of bodies would bewray what life
Great nature cries, Deny not. -Let the Volces We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself,
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never How more unfortunate than all living womea
Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which
As if a man were author of himself,

should And knew no other kin.

Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with conl'ir. My lord and husband !

forts,
Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow;
Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang’d, Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
Makes you think so.

The son, the husband, and the father, tearing
Cor. Like a dull actor now,

His country's bowels out; and to poor we, I have forgot my part, and I am out,

Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,

Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort Forgive my tyranny; but do not say,

That all but we enjoy: for how can we, For that, Forgive our Romans. – 0, a kiss Alas! how can we for our country pray, Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Whereto we are bound ; together with thy victory

,
Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss Whereto we are bound? Aluck! or we must lose
I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person,
Hath virgin'd it c'er since. -- You gods! I prate, Our comfort in the country. We must tud
And the most noble mother of the world

An evident calamity, though we had
Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i'the earth! Our wish, which side should win: for either thou

[Kneels. Must, as a foreign recreant, be led Of thy deep duty more impression show

With manacles through our streets, or else Than that of common sons.

Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin; Vol. O, stand up bless'd!

And bear the palm, for having bravely shed Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint, Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, sop, I kneci before thee; and unproperly

I

purpose not to wait on fortune, till Show duty, as mistaken all the while

The wars determine : if I cannot persuade thee Between the child and parent.

(Kneels. Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, Cor. What is this?

Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner Your knees to me? to your corrected son? March to assault thy country, than to tread Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach (Trust to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb, Fillip the stars ; then let the mutinons winds That brought thee to this world. Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery suu; Vir. Ay, and on mine, Murd'ring impossibility, to make

That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name What cannot be, slight work.

Living to time. Vol. Thou art my warrior;

Boy. He shall not tread on me; I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? P'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,

Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,

Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. That's curded by the frost from purest snow,

I have sat too long.

(Rising And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria ! Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,

If it were so, that our request did tend Which by the interpretation of full time To save the Romans, thereby to destroy May show like all yourself.

The Volces whom you serve, you mighi condemu Cor. The god of soldiers,

As poisonous of your honour. No; our suit With the consent of supreme Jove, inform

Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volces Thy thoughts with nobleness ; that thou may'st prove May say, This mercy we have showed; the Roinaas To shanie uvulaerable, and stick i'the wars This we receiv'd; and each in their side Like a great sea-m

-mark, standing every flaw, Give the all-hail to thee, and cry: Be bless'd And saving those that eye thee!

For making up this peace! Thou knowist, great 504 Vol. Your kuce, sirrah!

The end of war's uncertain; but this certaiu,
Cor. That's my brav, boy.

That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a wame,
Are suitors to you.

Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses ; Cor. I beseech you, peace !

Whose chronicle thus writ, “The man was noble, Or, if you'd ask, remember this before ;

But with his last attempt lie wip'd it out; The things, I have forsworn to grant , may never Destroy'd his country; and his name remains Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate

Thou hast atlected the five straius of honour,

To the ensuing age, abhorr'd. Speak to me, soa! Again with Rome's mechanics. – Tell me not To imitate the graces of the gods ; Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not

To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, To allay my rages and revenges, with

And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt
Your colder reasons.

That should but rive an oak. Why dost not
Vol. O, no more, no more!

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble mau
You have said, you will not grant is any thing; Still to remember wrongs? – Daughter, speak
For we have nothing else to ask, but that

speak'

He cares not for your weeping. - Speak thou, toy

a

Perhaps thy childishness will move him more, | butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Mar-
Than can our reasons. —There is no man in the worlacius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's
More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me prate more than a creeping thing.
Like ora i’the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life

Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy ;

Mlen. So did he me: and he no more remembers
When she, (poor hen!) fond of no second brood, his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The
Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks,
Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks be-
And spurn me back: but, if it be not so,

fore his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with
Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery.
That thou restraiu'st from me the duty, which He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander.
To a mother's part belongs. - He turos away:

What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding.
Down, ladies ! let us shame him with our knees. Ile wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven
To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride, to throne in.
Than pity to our prayers. Down; an end;

Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
This is the last : -- so we will home to Rome, Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy
And die among our neighbours. - Nay, behold us: his mother shall bring from him. There is no more
This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger; that
But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, shall our poor city find : and all this is 'long of you.
Does reason our petition with more strength Sic. The gods be good unto us!
Than thou hast to deny't. - Come, let us go;

Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good
This fellow had a Volcian to his mother;

unto us. When we banished him, we respected not His wife is in Corioli, and his child

them; and, he returning to break our necks, they
Like him by chance. — Yet give us our dispatch: respect not us.
I am hush'd until our city be afire,

Enter a Messenger.
And then I'll speak a little.

Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house;
Cor. O mother, mother!

The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,
[Holding Volumniu by the hands, silent.' And hale him up and down; all swearing, if
What have you done? Behold ihe heaveus do ope, The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They'll give him death by inches.
They laugh at. O my mother, mother! 0!

Enter another Messenger,
You have won a håppy victory to Pome:

Sic. What's the news?
But, for your son,- believe it, o, believe it,

Mess. Good news, good news ;

the ladies have Most dangerously you have with him prevail’d,

prevail'd,
If not most mortal to him. But, let it come:

The Volces are dislodg’d, and Marcins gove:
Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,

A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
l'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard

Sic. Friend,
A mother less ? or granted less, Aufidius ?

Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain ?
Auf. I was mov'd withal.

nless. As certain, as I know the sun is fire: Cor. I dare be sworn, you were:

Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt of it? And, sir, it is no little thing, to make

Ne'er tlırough an arch so hurried the blown tide, Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,

As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part, you! [Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you

drums beaten, all together. Shouting Stand to me in this cause. - O mother! wife!

also within.
Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy The trumpets, sack buts, psalteries, and fifes,
honour

Tabors, aud cymbals, and the shouting Romans, At difference in thee: out of that I'll work

Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again. sted Myself a former fortune.

(Aside. Men. This is good news: [The Ladies mahe signs to Coriolanus. I wiil go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Cor. Ay, by and by; (To l'olu.nnia, Virgilia, etc. Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, But we will drivk together: and you shall bear A city full; of tribunes, such as you, A better witness back than words, which we, A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day; On like conditions, will have counter-seal’d. This morning, for ten thousand of your throats Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve

I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! To have a temple built you: all the swords

(Shouting and music. In Italy, and her confederate arms,

Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings: next, Could not have made this peace.

(Exeunt. Accept my thankfulness.

Mess. Sir, we have all
SCENE IV. — Rome. A public place. Great cause to give great thanks.
Enter Menenius and Sicinius.

Sic. They are near the city? Men. See you yond' coign o'the Capitol; yond' Mess. Almost at point to enter. corner-stone ?

Sic. We will meet them,
Sic. Why, what of that?

And help the joy.

[Going. Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with Enter the Ladies, accompunied by Senators, Payour little finger, there is some hope the ladies of tricians, and People. They pass over the stage. Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : But I

say, there is no hope in't ; our throats are sen- Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, tenced, and stay upon execution.

And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: · Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius; condition of a man?

Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;
Men. There is differency between a grub, and a Cry,-Welcome, ladies, welcome!