Brings 'a victory in his pocket? The wounds become him. Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time home with the oaken garland. Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? Vol. Titus Lartius writes, —they fought together, but Aufidius got off. Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this? Vol. Good ladies, let's go :- Yes, yes, yes: the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing. Vir. The gods grant them true! Vol. True? pow, wow. Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true : — Where is he wounded? - God save your good worships! [To the Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded? Vol. I' the shoulder, and i' the left arm: There will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i' the body. Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, there's nine that I know. Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twentyfive wounds upon nim. Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave: [a shout and flourish.] Hark! the trumpets. Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Which being advanc'd, declines; and then men die. A senet. Trumpets sound. Enter CoMINIUS and Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight : sights Are spectacled to see him; Your pratling nurse While she chats him; the kitchen malkin pins Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd [Flourish. All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; Pray now, no more.. Com. Cor. Look, sir, your mother, You have, I know, petition'd all the gods Vol. [Kneels. Nay, my good soldier, up; My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd, Cor. My gracious silence, hail ! Would'st thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd home, That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, And mothers that lack sons, Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Sic. That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen Bru. Sic. Have with you. [Ereunt. Enter Two Officers, to lay cushions. 1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand for consulships? 2 Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it. 1 off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people. 2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground: Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love, or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition; and, out of his noble carelessness, let's them plainly see't. 1 Off. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good, nor harm; but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love. 2 Off. He hath deserved worthily of his country: And his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonnetted, without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation and report: but he hath so planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it. 10f. No more of him: he is a worthy man: Make way, they are coming. Most reverend and grave elders, to desire 1 Sen. Sic. We are convented Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts Inclinable to honour and advance The theme of our assembly. He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, That valour is the chiefest virtue, and I cannot speak him home: He stopp'd the fliers; And fell below his stem: his sword (death's stamp) Men. Worthy man! Let me o'erleap that custom; for I cannot you, That I may pass this doing, Sir, the people neither will they bate Put them not to't: Pray you, go fit you to the custom; and Take to you, as your predecessors have, Your honour with your form. -Cor. It is a part That I shall blush in acting, and might well Be taken from the people. Bru. Mark you that? Thus I did, and Cor. To brag unto them, Show them the unaking sears which I should hide, Men. Do not stand upon't. · We recommend to you, tribunes of the people, Our purpose to them; - - and to our noble consul Wish we all joy and honour. Sen. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! As if he did contemn what he requested Bru. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. The Forum, Enter several Citizens. Cit. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him. 2 Cit. We may, sir, if we will. 3 Cit. We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a power that we have no power to do; for if he show us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds, and speak for them; so, if he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous: and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude; of the which, we being members, should bring our. selves to be monstrous members. 1 Cit. And to make us no better thought of, a little help will serve: for once, when we stood up about the corn, he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude. 3 Cit. We have been called so of many; not that our heads are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald, but that our wits are so diversely coloured and truly I think, if all our wits were to issue out of one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south; and their consent of one direct way should be at once to all points o'the compass. 2 Cit. Think you so? Which way, do you judge, my wit would fly? 3 Cit. Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's will, 'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head; but if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward. 2. Cit. Why that way? 3 Cit. To lose itself in a fog; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience' sake, to help to get thee a wife. 2 Cit. You are never without your tricks : — may, you may. - You 3 Cit. Are you all resolved to give your voices? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I say, if he would incline to the people, there was never a worthier man. Enter CORIOLANUS and MENENIUS. Here he comes, and in the gown of humility; mark his behaviour. We are not to stay altogether, but to come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to make his requests by particulars: wherein every one of us has a single honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues : therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how you shall go by him. All. Content, content. [Exeunt. Men. O sir, you are not right: have you not known Cor. Your enigma? 3 Cit. You have been a scourge to her enemies you have been a rod to her friends; you have ne indeed, loved the common people. Cor. You should account me the more virtues that I have not been common in my love. I wil sir, flatter my sworn brother the people, to earn dearer estimation of them; 'tis a condition they a count gentle: and since the wisdom of their choic is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will pr tise the insinuating nod, and be off to them in counterfeitly: that is, sir, I will counterfeit the b witchment of some popular man, and give it bou tifully to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, may be consul. 4 Cit. We hope to find you our friend; 15 therefore give you our voices heartily. 3 Cit. You have received many wounds for you country. Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with she ing them. I will make much of your voices, so trouble you no further. Both Cit. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily Cor. Most sweet voices ! Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. Why in this wolfish gown should I stand here, To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear, Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't What custom wills, in all things should we do`t, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to over-peer, Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go To one that would do thus. —I am half throug The one part suffer'd, the other will I do. Enter three other Citizens. Here come more voices, — CORIOLANUS. I have seen and heard of; for your voices, have voices: Indeed, I would be consul. 5 Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go with out any honest man's voice. 6 Cit. Therefore let him be consul: The gods give him joy, and make him good friend to the people! All. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul! Cor. [Exeunt Citizens. Worthy voices! Re-enter MENENIUS, with BRUTUS and SICINIUS. Men. You have stood your limitation; and the Endue you with the people's voice: Remains, That, in the official marks invested, you Anon do meet the senate. Cor. Is this done? Sic. The custom of request you have discharg'd: Car. Where? at the senate house? There, Coriolanus. You may, sir. Repair to the senate-house. Will you along? Bru. With a proud heart he wore His humble weeds: Will you dismiss the people? Re-enter Citizens. Sic. How now, my masters? have you chose this man? 1. Cit. He has our voices, sir. Bru. We pray the gods, he loves. 2 Cit. Amen, sir: To my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us, when he begg'd our voices. 3 Cit. He flouted us down-right. Certainly, 1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock us. 2 Cit. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says, He us'd us scornfully: he should have show'd us His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for his country. Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure. No; no man saw 'em. [Several speak. 9 Cit. He said, he had wounds, which he could show in private ; Cit. And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn, thank Your most sweet voices : —now you have left your voices, Bru. Could you not have told him, Did you perceive, No heart among you? Or had you tongues, to cry 3 Cit. He's not confirm'd, we may deny him yet. I'll have five hundred voices of that sound. 1 Cit. I twice five hundred, and their friends to friends, - Let them assemble; |