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he comes, and up again ; catched it again: or whe- Mar.
I'll buy him of you. ther his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you set his teeth, and tear it; 0, I warrant, how he
him, I will, mammocked it !
For half a hundred years. — Summon the town. Vol. One of his father's moods.
Mar.. How far off lie these arinies? Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child.
Within this mile and a half. ; Vir. A crack, madam.
Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. Now, Mars, I pr’ythee, make us quick in work ;
Vir. No, good madam ; I will not out of doors. That we with smoking swords may march from Val. Not out of doors !
hence, Vol. She shall, she shall.
To help our fielded friends !-- Come, blow thy blas. Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over the threshold, till my lord return from the They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some
Senators, and others. Val. Fye, you confine yourself most unreason- Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ably; Come, you must go visit the good lady that 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than be, lies in.
That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her
[Alarums afar ett with my prayers ; but I cannot go thither.
Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our Vol. Why, I pray you?
walls, Vir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. Rather than they shall pound us up: Our gates,
Val. You would be another Penelope : yet, they which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did
rushes; but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would, your They'll open of themselves. Hark you, afar off ; cambrick were sensible as your finger, that you
Other alarunts. might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes go with us.
Amongst your cloven army. Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I
O, they are at it! will not forth.
Lart. Their noise be our instruction.- Ladders, Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you
ho! excellent news of your husband. Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet.
The Volces enter, and pass over the stage. Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. news from him last night.
Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight Vir. Indeed, madam ?
With hearts more proof than shields. — Advance, Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak
brave Titus : it. Thus it is : — The Volces have an army forth; They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, against whom Cominius the general is gone, with which makes me sweat with wrath. - Come on, one part of our Roman power : your lord, and Titus
my fellows; Lartius, are set down before their city Corioli ; they He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, nothing d jubt prevailing, and to make it brief wars. And he shall feel mine edge. This is true, on mine honour ; and so, I pray, go Alarums, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting with us. Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will obey
The Romans are beaten back to their trencheh you in every thing hereafter.
Re-enter MARCIUS. Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, but disease our better mirth.
You shames of Rome !-- you herd of — Boils and Val. In troth, I think, she would :
plagues well then. — Come, good sweet lady. - Pr’ythee, Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr’d Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go Further than seen, and one infect another along with us.
Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, , Vir. No: at a word, madam ; indeed, I must not. That bear the shapes of men, bow have you run I wish you much mirth.
From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and bell! Val. Well, then farewell.
[Exeunt. All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
With flight and agued fear,! Mend, and charge SCENE IV. – Before Corioli.
home, Enter, with drums and colours, Marcius, Titus And make my wars on you: look to't: Come ca;
Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,
If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
As they us to our trenches followed. Mar. Yonder comes news:
- A wager, they have
Another alarum. The Volces and Romans retra, Lart. My horse to yours, no.
and the fight is renewed. The Volces retire true Mar.
Corioli, and Marcius follows them to the cak? Lart.
Agreed. So, now the gates are ope : - Now prove good Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?
seconds : Mess. They lie in view ; but have not spoke as 'Tis for the followers fortune widens tbem, yet.
Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like. Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
(He enters the gates, and is statiste
1 Sol. Fool-hardiness; not I.
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; 2 SK.
Call thither all the officers of the town, S Sol.
See, they Where they shall know our mind : Away. (Ereunt. Have shut him in.
Enter Cominios and Forces, retreating.
Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought : we Lart. What is become of Marcius ?
are come off All.
Slain, sir, doubtless.
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
Nor cowardly in retire : believe me, sirs, With them he enters: who, upon the sudden,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, Clapp'd-to their gates ; he is himself alone,
By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard To answer all the city.
The charges of our friends: — The Roman gods, Lart. O noble fellow !
Lead their successes as we wish our own; Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword,
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encounAnd, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Mar
tering, cius : A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Enter a Messenger. Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier May give you thankful sacrifice! — Thy news? Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and
Lartius and to Marcius battle:
I saw our party to their trenches driven,
Though thou speak'st truth, Re-enter Marcius, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.
Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long i’st
since ? I Sol.
Mess. Above an hour, my lord. Lart.
'Tis Marcius :
Com. 'Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
drums : [They fight, and all enter the city. How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour,
And bring thy news so late ? SCENE V. - Within the Town. A Street.
Spies of the Volces
Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
Half an hour since brought my report. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
Enter MARCIUS. [Alarum continues still afar of Com.
That does appear as he were flay’d? O gods!
Come I too late ? At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
tabor, Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, More than I know the sound of Marcius tongue Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :
Down with From every meaner man's. them.
Come I too late ? And hark, what noise the general makes ! - To Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, him :
But mantled in your own. There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
0! let me clip you Piercing our Romans : Then, valiant Titus, take In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart Convenient numbers to make good the city ;
merry, as when our nuptial day was done, Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste And tapers burn'd to bedward. To help Cominius.
Flower of warriors, Lart.
Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; How i'st with Titus Lartius ? Thy exercise hath been too violent for
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : A second course of fight.
Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; Mar.
Sir, praise me not : Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the other ; My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well. Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, The blood I drop is rather physical
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus
To let him slip at will. I will appear, and fight.
Where is that slave, Lart.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Which told me they had beat you to your trenclies ? Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Where is he? Call him hither. Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, Mar.
Let him alone, Prosperity be thy page!
He did inform the truth : But for our gentlemen, Mar.
Thy friend no less The common file, (A plague !-- Tribunes for them !) Than those she placeth highest!
So, farewell. The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge Lart, Thou worthiest Marcius!
From rascals worse than they:
But how prevaild you?
Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not
SCENE VIII. - A Field of Battle between the think
Roman and the Volscian Camps.
Alarum. Enter Marcius and AUFIDIUS. Com.
Marcius, Mar. I'll fight with none but thee ; for I do hate We have at disadvantage fought, and did
thee Retire, to win our purpose.
Worse than a promise-breaker. Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which Auf
· We hate alike; side
Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor They have plac'd their men of trust ?
More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot. Com.
As I guess, Marcius, Man. Let the first budger die the other's slave, Their hands in the vaward are the Antiates, And the gods doom him after ! Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius,
If I fy, Marcios Their very heart of hope.
Halloo me like a hare.
Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
Wert thou the Hector,
Thou should'st not scape me here.
[They fight, and certain Volces come to the You were conducted to a gentle bath,
aid of AUFIDIUS. And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Officious, and not valiant - you have sham'd me Deny your asking ; take your choice of those In your condemned seconds. That best can aid your action.
(Exeunt fighting, driven in by Mascies. Mar.
Thosc are they That most are willing :- If any such be here,
SCENE IX. - The Roman Camp. (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting Wherein you see me smear'd ; if any fear
Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter Lesser his person than an ill report;
at one side, COMISIUS, and Romans; a the ether If any think, brave death outweighs bad life,
side, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf, and other
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Wave thus, [waving his hand.) to express his dispo- Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, sition,
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; And follow Marcius.
Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, [They all shout, and wave their swords ; take l' the end, admire ; where ladies shall be frighted
him up in their arms, and cast up their caps. And, gladly quak’d, hear more; where the dull O me, alone ! Make you a sword of me?
Tribunes, If these shows be not outward, which of you That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, But is four Volces? None of you, but is
Shall say, against their hearts, - We thank the gate, Able to bear against the great Aufidius
Our Rome hath such a soldier !
Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Enter Trus LARTIUS, with his power, from the And four shall quickly draw out my command,
pursuit. Which men are best inclin'd.
O general, Com.
Marsi. on, my fellows: Here is the steed, we the caparison : Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Hadst thou beheld Divide in all with us.
Pray now, no more : my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood, SCENE VII. - The Gales of Corioli. Wiren she does praise me, grieves me. I have done,
As you have done : that's what I can; induc'd Titus LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli,
As you have been ; that's for my country: going with a drum and trumpet toward COMINIUS
He, that has but effected his good will and Caius MARCIUS, enters with a Lieutenant, a
Hath overta'en mine act. party of Soldiers, and a Scout.
You shall not be Lart. So, let the ports be guarded ; keep your The grave of your deserving : Rome must know duties,
The value of her own : 'twere a concealment As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, Those centuries to our aid ; the rest will serve To hide your doings; and to silence that, For a short holding: If we lose the field,
Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, We cannot keep the town.
Would seem but modest : Therefore, I besecha yos, Lieu.
Fear not our care, sir. (In sign of what you are, not to reward Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us. — What you have done,) before our army near me Our guider, come ; to the Roman camp conduct us. Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
(Exeunt. To hear themselves remember'd.
Should they not,
Take it: 'tis yours. What is't? Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, | At a poor man's house ; he us'd me kindly : (Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,) of all | He cried to me; I saw him prisoner ; The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city, But then Aufidius was within my view, We render you the tenth ; to be ta'en forth, And wrath o'erwhelm’d my pity : I request you Before the common distribution, at
To give my poor host freedom, Your only choice.
O, well begg'd ! Mar. I thank you, general ;
Were he the butcher of my son, he should But cannot inake my heart consent to take
Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. A bribe to pay my sword : I do refuse it ;
Lart. Marcius, his name? And stand upon my common part with those
By Jupiter, forgot : That have beheld the doing.
I am weary; yea, my memory is tir'd. -
Go we to our tent :
profane, Nerer sound more! When drums and trumpets shall SCENE X The Camp of the Volces. l' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Made all of false-fac'd soothing! When steel grows
A flourish. Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius; Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made
bloody, with Two or Three Soldiers. An overture for the wars! No more, I say;
Auf. The town is ta'en ! For that I hare not wash'd my nose that bled, i šol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. Or foil'd somné debile wretch, which, without note, Auf. Condition? Here's many else have done, - you shout me forth I would, I were a Roman ; for I cannot, In acclamations hyperbolical ;
Being a Volce, be that I am. — Condition ! As if I loved my little should be dieted
What good condition can a treaty find In praises sauc'd with lies.
l' the part that is at merey ? Five times, Marcius, Corn.
Too modest are you ; I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me; More cruel to your good report, than grateful And would'st do so, I think, should we encounter To us that give you truly: by your patience, As often as we eat. By the elements, Il 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, (Like one that means his proper harm,) in manacles, He is mine, or I am his : Mine emulation Then reason safely with you. — Therefore, be it Hath not that honour in't, it had : for where known,
I thought to crush him in an equal force, As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius (True sword to sword,) I'll potch at him some Wears this war's garland : in token of the which
way; My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, Or wrath, or craft, may get him. With all his trim belonging; and, from this time, I Sol.
He's the devil. For what he did before Corioli, call him,
Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle : My valour's With all the applause and clamour of the host,
poison'd, Caius Marcius CORIOLANUS. —
With only suffering stain by him; for him Bear the addition nobly ever!
Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary, (Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. Being naked, sick : nor fane, nor Capitol, All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus !
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, Cor. I will go wash;
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank you : My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, At home, upon my brother's guard, even there To undercrest your good addition,
Against the hospitable canon, would I To the fairness of my power:
Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the Coni. So, to our tent:
city; Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must To Rome of our success. - You, Titus Lartius, Be hostages for Rome. Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
Will not you go? The best, with whom we may articulate,
Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: For their own good, and ours.
pray you, Lari.
I shall, my lord. ("Tis south the city mills,) bring me word thither Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now How the world goes; that to the pace of it Refus'd mosi princely gifts, am bound to beg I may spur on my journey. Of may lord general.
I shall, sir. (Exeunt.
SCENE I. Rome. A publick Place. faces. If you see this in the map of my microcosm, Enter MÆNENIUS, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS.
follows it, that I am known well enough too? What
barm can your bisson conspectuities glean out of this Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have news character, if I be known well enough too ? to-night.
Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. Bru. Good, or bad ?
Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and for they love not Marcius.
legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, in Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fossetMen. Pray you, who does the wolf love ? seller; and then rejourn the controversy of threeSic. The lamb.
pence to a second day of audience. - When you are Men. Ay, to devour him; as the bungry plebeians hearing a matter between party and party, if you would the noble Marcius,
chance to be pinched with the cholick, you make Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against
Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. all patience ; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, disYou two are old men; tell me one thing that I miss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled shall ask you.
by your hearing : all the peace you make in their Hoth Trib. Well, sir.'
cause, is, calling both the parties knaves : You are a Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you pair of strange ones. two have not in abundance ?
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all. be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary Sic. Especially, in pride.
bencher in the Capitol. Bru. And topping all others in boasting.
Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if Men. This is strange now: Do you two know how they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is right hand file? Do you?
not worth the wagging of your beards ; and your Both Trib. Why, how are we censured ?
beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as to stuff Men. Because you talk of pride now, — Will you a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's not be angry?
pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well.
proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your Men. Why, 'tis no great matter : for a very little predecessors, since Deucalion ; though, peradventhief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of pa- ture, some of the best of them were hereditary hangtience: give your disposition the reins, and be angry Good e'en to your worships ; more of your at your pleasures ; at the least, if you take it as a conversation would infect my brain, being the herdspleasure to you, in being so. You blame Marcius men of the beastly plebeians : I will be bold to take for being proud ?
my leave of you. Bru. We do it not alone, sir.
(Brutus and Sicinius retire to the back of the scene Men. I know you can do very little alone ; for your helps are many; or else your actions would
Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGilla, and VALERIA, f. grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant- How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, like, for doing much alone. You talk of pride: 0, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do you follow that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your eyes so fast? your necks, and make but an interior survey of your Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius apgood selves! O, that you could !
proaches; for the love of Juno, let's go. Bru. What then, sir?
Men. Ha! Marcius coming home? Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosunmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias, perous approbation. fools,) as any in Rome.
Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee :Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. Hoo! Marcius coming home!
Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true. and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state of allaying Tyber in't ; said to be something imper- hath another, his wife another; and, I think, there's fect, in favouring the first complaint : hasty, and one at home for you. tinder-like, upon too trivial motion : one that con- Men. I will make my very house reel to-night: verses more with the buttock of the night, than with A letter for me? the forehead of the morning. What I think, I utter; Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you ; I saw it. and spend my malice in my breath : Meeting two Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate o such weals-men as you are, (I cannot call you Ly- seven years' health ; in which time I will make a lip curguses) if the drink you give me, touch my palate at the physician : the most sovereign prescription in adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I cannot Galen is but empiricutick, and, to this preservative, say, your worships have delivered the matter well, of no better report than a horse-drench. Is be not when I find the ass in compound with the major wounded ? he was wont to come home wounded. part of your syllables: and though I must be content Vir. O, no, no, no. to bear with those that say you are reverend grave Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. men; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you have good Men. So do I too, if it be not too much :