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And take our friendly Senators by th' hands,
Cor. You bless me, Gods!
Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take One half of my commission, and set down, As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know't 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, Martius, that was much. Your hand; most welcome!
[Exeunt. SCENE V. Enter two Servants, I Ser. Here's a strange alteration. 2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a 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 a cop.
2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was some. thing in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methought I cannot tell how to term it.
I Ser. He had fo : 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 rareft man i' th' world.
1 Ser. I think he is; but a greater soldier than be, you 2 Ser. Who? my master ? I Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Ser. Worth six on him. 1 Ser. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to be the
2 Ser. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that ; for the defence of a town, our General is excellent. i Ser. Ay, and for an assault too.
Enter a third Servant. 3 Ser. Oh Naves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals. Bab. What, what, what ? let's partake.
3 Scr. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.
Botb. Wherefore? wherefore ?
3 Ser. Why here's he that was wont to thwack our Ge. neral, Caius Martius,
1 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 for him, I have heard him say so himself.
Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on't: before Corioli, he scotcht him and notcht him like a carbonado.
2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might y have broil'd and eaten him too.
2 Ser. But more of thy news.
3 Ser. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were fon and heir to Mars : set at upper end oth' table ; no question ask'd him by any of the Senators, but they Atand bald before him. Our General himself makes a mi. Atress 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 lowle the porter of Rome gates by th' ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polld.
2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.
3 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, whilit he's in directitude, 1 Ser. Directitude! what's that?
3 Ser. But when they shall see, Sir, his cruft up again and the man in blood, they will out of their burroughs (like conies after rain) and revel all with him.
I Ser. But when goes this forward ?
3 Ser. To-morrow, to-day, presently, you shall have the drum struck 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 all have a stirring world again : this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease tai. lors, 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, Neepy, insensible, a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
2 Ser. 'Tis so, and as war in some sort may be said to be a ravisher, fo'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 wars for my mony. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. Borb. In, in, in, in.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI. RO M E.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he : o, bc is grown moft kind of late. Hail, Sir !
Men. Hail to you both!
friends ; the commonwealth doth stand, 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 he, hear you?
Men, Nay, I hear nothing:
Enter three or four Citizens,
1 Cit. Our selves, our wives, and children, on our knees Are bound to pray
both. 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 !
time, Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Crying confusion.
Bru. Caius Martias was
Sic. And affecting one sole throne,
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
Who hearing of our Martius' banishment,
Sic. Come, what talk you of Martius ?
Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt. It cannot be,
Men, Cannot be !
Sic. Tell not me :
Enter a Messenger,
Sic. 'Tis this slave :
Mes. Yes, worthy, Sir,
Sic. What more fearful?
Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
Sic. This is most likely!
Bru. Rais’d only, that the weaker fort may wila Good Martius home again.
Sic., The very trick on't. Men. This is unlikely.