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Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like
beasts, Sic. This is most likely!
And cowardly nobles,
gave way to your clusters,
Com. But, I fear,
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
The second name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer:- - desperation
Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
That Rome can make against them.
Enter a troop of Citizens.
Men. Here come the clusters. -
And is Aufidius with him ? - You are they
That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
And not a hair upon a soldier's head,
Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs,
As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
If he could burn ús all into one coal,
We have desery'd it.
1 Cit. For mine own part,
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.
Men. You have made
Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd;
These are a side, that would be glad to have
This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home,
And show no sign of fear.
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.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol. 'Would, half my
Would buy this for a lie!
Sic. Pray, let us go!
(Exeunt. Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist, Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
SCENE VII. A camp; at a small distance from
Enter AUFIDIUS, and his Lieutenant.
Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman?
Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but
Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
And you are darken'd iu this action, sir,
of our design. He bears himself more proudlier Men. 'Tis true:
Even to my person, than I thought he would,
When first I did embrace him: yet his nature
Lieu. Yet I wish, sir,
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:
Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard
He could not stay to pick them in a pile
Men, For one poor grain
His child, and this brave fellow too, we are the
Above the moon. We must be burnt for you.
Upbraid us with onr distress. But, sure, if you
More than the instant army we can make,
Might stop our countryman. A noble servant to them; but he could not
Men. No; I'll not meddle.
Men. What should I do?
For Rome, towards Marcius.
Men. Well, and say that Marcias
But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
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.
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
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.
Men. How! away?
Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Than pity note how much. --- Therefore, be gone !
Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than
Take this along; I writ it for thy sake,
(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 -
(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.
A private whisper, no, not with such friends
Cor. This last old man,
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;
The first conditions, which they did refuse,
And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
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!
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,
And state of bodies would bewray what life
should And knew no other kin.
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with conl'ir. My lord and husband !
The son, the husband, and the father, tearing
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
An evident calamity, though we had
[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
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,
That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
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
That should but rive an oak. Why dost not
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble mau
He cares not for your weeping. - Speak thou, toy
Perhaps thy childishness will move him more, | butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Mar-
Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Mlen. So did he me: and he no more remembers
fore his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with
What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good
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
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house;
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,
Enter another Messenger,
Sic. What's the news?
Mess. Good news, good news ;
the ladies have Most dangerously you have with him prevail’d,
The Volces are dislodg’d, and Marcins gove:
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain ?
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!
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
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,
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;