Imatges de pÓgina

The leading of thy own revenges, take
One half of my Commission, and set down
As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
Thy Country's strength and weakness, thine own ways;
Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
To fright'them, ere destroy. But come, come in:
Let me commend thee first to those, that shall.
Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes !
And more a friend, than e'er an enemy:
Yet, Marcius, that was much.- Your hand; moft

(Exeunt. S CE N E




a top:

Enter two Servants. 1 Ser.

ERE's strange

2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made false report of him,

i Ser. What an arm he has! he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up

2 Ser. Nay, I know by his face that there was something in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methought I cannot tell how to term it.

I Ser. He had so: looking as it were -'would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.

2 Ser. So did I, I'll be sworn: he is simply the rarest man i'th' world.

i Ser. I think, he is; but a greater Soldier than her you wot one.

2 Ser. Who, my master?
i Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that.
2. Ser. Worth six on him.

i Ser. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to be the greater Soldier.

2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that; for the defence of a Town, our General is excellent. 1 Ser. Ay, and for an assault too.

Enter a third Servant. :3 Ser. Oh, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals.

Both. What, what, what? let's partake:

Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations: I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.

Both. Wherefore ? wherefore ?

3 Ser Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Caius Marcius.

i Ser. Why do you say, thwack our General ?

3 Ser. I do not say, thwack our General; but he was always good enough for him.

2 Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends; he was ever too hard forhim, I have heard him say so himself.

i Ser. He was too hard for him direaly, to say the troth on't: before Corioli, he scotcht him and nocht him like a carbonado.

. Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too.

i Ser. But, more of thy news;

3. Ser. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were Son and Heir to Mars: set at upper end o'th' table; no question ask'd him by any of the Senators, but they stand bald before him. Our General himself makes a Mistress of him, sanctifies himself with's hands, and turns up the white o'th' eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our General is cuti'th' middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday. For the Other has half, by the Intreaty and Grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and, fowl the porter of Rome gates by th' ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage poll’d.

2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.

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3 Ser


Ser. Do't! he will do't: for, look you, Sir, he has as many friends as enemies; which friends, Sir, as it were, durft not (look you, Sir) shew themselves (as we term it) his friends, whilst he's in directitude.

i Ser. Directitude ! what's that?

3 Ser. But when they shall fee, Sir, his Crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burroughs (like conies after rain) and revel all with him.

1 Ser. But when goes this forward ?

3 Ser. To-morrow, to-day, presently, you shall have the drum ftruck up this afternoon : ’tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2 Ser. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again: this peace is worth nothing, but to rust iron, encrease tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

i Ser. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull’d, deaf, fleepy, ipsensible, a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men. 2 Ser. 'Tis so; and as war in some fort may

be said to be a ravilher, so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

i Ser. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

3 Ser. Reason; because they then less need one another: the war, for my money. I hope, to see. Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are riling. Both. In, in, in, in.

Exeunt. SCEN E VI.

A public Place in Rome.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. E hear not of him, neither need we fear

him ; His remedies are tame i'ih' present peace,


And quietness o'th' People, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here he makes his Friends
Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had,
Though they themselves did suffer by't, beheld
Dissentious numbers peft'ring streets, than see
Our Tradesmen finging in their shops, and going
About their functions friendly.

Enter Menenius.
Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Menenius ?

Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown most kind of late. Hail, Sir!

Men. Hail to you both!

Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much miss'd, but witli his Friends; the Commonwealth doth ftand, and so would do, were he more angry at it.

Men. All's well, and might have been much better, if he could have temporiz’d.

Sic. Where is he, hear you?

Men, Nay, I hear nothing :
His mother and his wife hear nothing from him.

Enter three or four Citizens. AN. The Gods preserve you both! Sic. Good-e'en, neighbours. Bru. Good-e'en to you all; good-e'en to you all.

i Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our Are bound to pray


[knees, Sic. Live and thrive!

Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours :
We wish'd Coriolanus had lov'd you, as we did.

All. Now the Gods keep you !
Both Tri. Farewel, farewel. [Exeunt Citizens.

Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Than when these follows ran about the streets,
Crying confufion.

Bru. Caius Marcius was
A worthy officer i'th' war, but infolent,


O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, Self-loving.

Sic. And affecting one sole Throne, Without Afliftance.

Men. Nay, I think not fo.

Sic. We had by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth Consul, found it so.

Bru. The Gods have well prevented'it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him.

Enter Ædile.
Ædile. Worthy Tribunes,
There is a flave, whom we have put in prison,
Reports, the Volscians with two several Powers
Are entered in the Roman Territories;
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before 'em,

Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
Who, hearing of our Marcius' Banishment,
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world ;
Which were in-shell'd when Marcius stood for Rome,
And durft not once peep out.

Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius ! Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt. It cannot be, The Volscians dare break with us.

Men. Cannot be ! We have Record, that


well it can'; And three examples of the like have been Within my age.

But reason with the fellow
Before you punish him, where he heard this ;
Left you should chance to whip your information,
And beat the messenger, who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.

Sic. Tell not me:
I know, this cannot be.
Bru. Not possible.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The Nobles in great earnestnefs are going
All to the Senate-house; some news is come,


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