That turns their countenances.

Sic. 'Tis this flave:

Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his raising! Nothing but his report!

Mef. Yes, worthy Sir,

The flave's report is feconded, and more,
More fearful is delivered.

Sic. What more fearful?

Mef. It is fpoke freely out of many mouths,
How probable I do not know, that Marcius,
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a Pow'r 'gainst Rome;
And vows Revenge as spacious, as between
The young'ft and oldest thing.

Sic. This is most likely!

Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may wish Good Marcius home again.

Sic. The very trick on't.

Men. This is unlikely.

He and Aufidius can no more atone,
Than violenteft contrariety.

Enter Meffenger.

Mef. You are fent for to the Senate: A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius, Affociated with Aufidius, rages

Upon our teritories; and have already

O'er-borne their way, confumed with fire, and took What lay before them.

Enter Cominius.

Com. Oh, you have made good Work.

Men. What news? what news?

Com. You have hope to ravish your own daughters,

and

To melt the city-leads upon your pates,

To fee your Wives difhonour'd to your noses.
Men. What's the news? what's the news?

Com. Your Temples burned in their cement, and

Your

Your franchises, whereon you ftood, confin'd
Into an augre's bore.

Men. Pray now, the news?

You've made fair work, I fear me: pray, your news?
If Marcius fhould be joined with the Volfcians,-
Com. If? he is their God; he leads them like a thing
Made by fome other Deity than Nature,
That fhapes man better; and they follow him,
Against us brats, with no lefs confidence,
Than boys purfuing fummer butter-flies,
Or butchers killing flies.

Men. You've made good work,

You and your apron-men; that flood so much
Upon the voice of occupation, and

The breath of garlic-eaters.

Com. He'll fhake your Rome about your ears. Men. As Hercules did fhake down mellow fruit: You have made fair work!

Bru. But is this true, Sir?

Com. Ay, and you'll look pale

Before you find it other. All the Regions

Do feemingly revolt; and, who refift,

Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,

And perish conftant fools; who is't can blame him? Your enemies and his find fomething in him.

Men. We're all undone, unless

The noble man have mercy.

Com. Who fhall afk it?

The Tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
Deferve fuch pity of him, as the wolf

Does of the fhepherds: his beft friends, if they
Shou'd fay, be good to Rome; they charge him even
As thofe fhould do that had deferv'd his hate,
And therein fhew'd like enemies.

Men. 'Tis true.

If he were putting to my house the brand

That would confume it, I have not the face
To fay, Befeech you, ceafe.

hands,

You've made fair

You

You and your crafts! you've crafted fair!
Com. You've brought

A trembling upon Rome, fuch as was never
So incapable of help.

Tri. Say not, we brought it.

Men. How? was it we? we lov'd him; but, like

beafts,

And coward Nobles, gave way to your clusters,
Who did hoot him out o'th' city.

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, ftrength, and defence,
That Rome can make against them.

Enter a Troop of Citizens.

ERE come the clufters.

Men. And is Aufidius with him? You are they,

That made the air unwholesome, when you caft
Your ftinking, greafy caps, in hooting at
Coriolanus' Exile. Now he's coming,

And not a hair upon a foldier's head,
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs,
As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter,

If he fhould burn us all into one coal,

We have deserv'd it.

Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news.

1 Cit. For mine own part,

When I said, banish him; I faid, 'twas pity. 2 Cit. And fo did I.

3 Cit. And fo did I; and to say the truth, fo did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best; and tho' we willingly confented to his Banifhment, yet it was against our will.

Com

Com. Y'are goodly things; you, voices! -
Men. You have made good work,

You and your cry. Shall's to the Capitol?
Com. Oh, ay, what else?

[Exeunt. Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd. These are a Side, that would be glad to have This true, which they fo feem to fear. Go home, And fhew no fign of fear.

1 Cit. The Gods be good to us: come, mafters, let's home. I ever faid, we were i' th' wrong, when we banifh'd him.

2 Cit. So did we all; but come, let's home.

Bru. I do not like this news.

Sic. Nor I.

[Exeunt Citizens.

Bru. Let's to the Capitol; 'would, half my wealth

Would buy this for a lie!

Sic. Pray, let us go.

SCENE

[Exeunt Tribunes.

VIII.

A Camp; at a small distance from Rome.
Enter Aufidius, with his Lieutenant.

Auf. Dieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in
O they ftill fly to th' Roman?

him; but

Your foldiers ufe him as the grace

'fore meat,

Their talk at table, and their thanks at end:

And you are darken'd in this action, Sir,
Even by your own.

Auf. I cannot help it now,

Unless, by ufing means, I lame the foot

Of our defign. He bears himself more proudly
Even to my perfon, than, I thought, he would
When firft I did embrace him. Yet his nature
In that's no changling, and I must excuse
What cannot be amended.

Lieu. Yet I wifh, Sir,

(I mean for your particular) you had not
Join'd in Commiffion with him; but had borne
The action of yourself, or else to him
Had left it folely.

Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou fure, When he fhall come to his account, he knows not, What I can urge against him; though it seems, And fo he thinks, and is no lefs apparent

To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly;
And fhews good husbandry for the Volfcian State,
Fights dragon-like, and does atchieve as foon
As draw his fword: yet he hath left undone
That which shall break his neck, or hazard mine,
When e'er we come to our account.

Lieu. Sir, I befeech, think you, he'll carry Rome? Auf. All places yield to him ere he fits down, And the Nobility of Rome are his :

The Senators and Patricians love him too :
The Tribunes are no foldiers; and their people
Will be as rafh in the Repeal, as hafty

To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome
*As is the Ofprey to the fish, who takes it
By Sovereignty of Nature. First, he was
A noble fervant to them, but he could not
Carry his honours even whether pride,
(Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man) whether defect of judgment,
(To fail in the difpofing of those chances,
Whereof he was the lord) or whether nature,
(Not to be other than one thing; not moving
From th' cafk to th' cushion; but commanding peace
Even with the fame aufterity and garb,

As he controll'd the war ;) But one of these,
(As he hath spices of them all) not all,
For I dare fo far free him, made him fear'd,
So hated, and fo banish'd; but he has mèrit

As is the Osprey--] Offrey, a Kind of Eagle, Offifraga.

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