Imatges de pÓgina

And take our friendly Senators by th' hands,
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome it felf.

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

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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,

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. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him;
His remedies are tame : the present peace
And quietness of the people, which before
Were in wild hurry here, do make his friends
Blush, that the world goes well ; who rather had,
Though themselves did suffer by't, beheld
Diffentious 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, bc is grown moft kind of late. Hail, Sir !

Men. Hail to you both!
Sic, Your Coriolanus is not much miss'd, but with his

friends ;

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:
His mother and his wife hear nothing from him.

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

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 !
Borb Tri. Farewel, farewel. [Exeunt Citizens,
Sic. This is a happier and more comely

time, Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Crying confusion.

Bru. Caius Martias was
A worthy officer i' th' war, but insolent,
O'er-come with pride, ambitious paft all thinking,

Sic. And affecting one sole throne,
Without affiftants.

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,
Æd. Worthy Tribunes,
There is a have, whom we have put in prison,
Reports the Volscians with two several powers
Are entred in the Roman territories,
And with the deepest malice of the war
Deftroy what lyes before 'em.
Men. 'Tis Aufidius,


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Who hearing of our Martius' banishment,
Thruits forth his horns again into the world;
Which were in-fhelld, when Martius stood for Rome,
And darft not once peep out.

Sic. Come, what talk you of Martius ?

Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt. It cannot be,
The Volscians dare break with us.

Men, Cannot be !
We have record that very 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 shall 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 earnestness are going
All to the Senate-house ; some news is come
That turns their countenances.

Sic. 'Tis this slave :
Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his railing!
Nothing but his report !

Mes. Yes, worthy, Sir,
The Nave's report is seconded, and more,
More fearful is delivered.

Sic. What more fearful?

Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
How probable I do not know, that Martius,
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,
And vows revenge as spacious, as between
The young'st and oldest thing.

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.

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