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Cor. Away! 2 Seru. Away ? Get you away. Cor. Now thou art troublesome. 2 Seru. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with

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Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Serv. What fellow's this?

1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o'the house: Prythee, call my master to him.

3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house.

Cor. Let me but stand: I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Serv. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True, so I am.

3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid : come.

Cor. Follow your function, go! And batten on cold bits.

[Pushes him away. 3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr’ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here. 2 Serv. And I shall.

[Erit. 3 Sero. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Serv. Under the canopy? Cor. Ay. 3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. I' the city of kites and crows.

3 Serv. I the city of kites and crows? - What an ass it is! - Then thou dwellest with daws too ?

Cor. No, I serve not thy master. 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my master ?

Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress :

Thou prat'st, and prat'st : serve with thy trencher, hence!

[Beats him away.

Enter AUFIDIUS and the second Servant.

Auf. Where is this fellow?

2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Auf. Whence comest thou ? what wouldest thou ?

Thy name? Why speak’st not? Speak, man: What's thy name? Cor.

If, Tullus, [Unmuffling. Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, necessity Commands me name myself. Auf.

What is thy name?

[Servants retire. Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. Auf.

Say, what's thy name? Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Thou show'st a noble vessel: What's thy name?

Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou me

yet?

Auf. I know thee not: -Thy name?

Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service, The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood Shed for my thankless country, are requited But with that surname; a good memory, And witness of the malice and displeasure Which thou should'st bear me : only that name remains; The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who

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a good memory,) Memory for memorial.

Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
And suffered me by the voice of slaves to be
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth ; Not out of hope,
Mistake me not, to save my life ; for if
I had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world
I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,
Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak in thee?, that will revenge
Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight,
And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits to thee; for I will fight
Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends 4. But if so be
Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am
Longer to live most weary, and present
My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice:
Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool ;
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.
Auf.

O Marcius, Marcius,
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart

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2 A heart of wreak in thce,] A heart of resentment.

maims
Of shame - ] That is, disgraceful diminution of territory.

with the spleen Of all the under fiends.] Shakspeare, by imputing a stronger degree of inveteracy to subordinate fiends, seems to intimate, and very justly, that malice of revenge is more predominant in the lower than the upper classes of society. This circumstance is repeatedly exemplified in the conduct of Jack Cade and other heroes of the mob, STEEVENS.

A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say,
'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee,
All noble Marcius.-0, let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip 6
The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I loved the maid I married ; never man
Sighed truer breath ; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars ! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm fort: Thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times”, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrelt else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,

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5 And scar'd the moon -] that is, frightened. But Mr. Malone reads scarr'd.

Here I clip – ] To clip is, to embrace.

Thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times,] Out here means, full, complete.
+ " no other quarrel” — M NE.

Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.
Cor.

You bless me, gods !
Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
The leading of thine own revenges, take
The 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 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 ! Most wel.

come! [Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. 1 Serv. [advancing.] Here's a strange alteration !

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

1 Serv. What an arm he has ! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top

2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought, I cannot tell how to term it.

1 Serv. He had so; looking as it were, 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.

2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i'the world.

1 Serv. I think, he is : but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.

2 Serv. Who? my master ?
1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.
2 Serv. Worth six of him.

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