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Enter two Servants. 1 Ser.
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, 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.
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.
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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
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 :
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 :
All. Now the Gods keep you !
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Bru. Caius Marcius was
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.
Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
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
Sic. Tell not me:
Enter a Messenger.