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In mine own person; holp to reap the fame,
So he did, my lord:
There was it;
[Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Shouts
of the People. 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. 2 Con.
And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, With giving him glory. 3 Con.
Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Which we will second. When he lies along, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reasons with his body. Auf.
Say no more; Here come the lords.
5 He wag'd me with his countenance,] This is obscure. The mean. ing, I think, is, he prescribed to me with an air of authority, and gave me his countenance for my wages; thought me sufficiently re. warded with good looks. Johnson.
6 For which my sinews shall be stretch'd - ] This is the point or which I will attack him with my utmost abilities.
Enter the Lords of the City.
I have not deserv'd it,
We have. 1 Lord.
And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think, Might have found easy fines : but there to end, Where he was to begin, and give away The benefit of our levies, answering us With our own charge?; making a treaty, where There was a yielding; This admits no excuse.
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours; a Croud
of Citizens with him. Cor. Hail, lords ! I am returned your soldier; No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted, and With bloody passage, led your wars, even to The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home, Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, The charges of the action. We have made peace, With no less honour to the Antiates, Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver, Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians, Together with the seal o’the senate, what We have compounded on. Auf
Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree He hath abus'd your powers.
answering us With our own charge ;) That is, rewarding us with our own erpences ; making the cost of war its recompence.
Cor. Traitor !-How now?
Ay, traitor, Marcius. Cor.
Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus in Corioli ? You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously He has betray'd your business, and given up, For certain drops of salts, your city Rome (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother : Breaking his oath and resolution, like A twist of rotten silk; never admitting Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears He whin'd and roar'd away your victory; That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart Look'd wondering each at other. Cor.
Hear'st thou, Mars? Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, Cor.
Ha ! Auf. No more.
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must bear My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust The lie unto him. 1 Lord.
Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. - Boy! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your voices in Corioli: Alone I did it. — Boy!
8 For certain drops of salt,] For certain tears.
9 Auf. No more.] By these words Aufidius docs not mean to put a stop to the altercation; but to tell Coriolanus that he was no more than a “ boy of tears.”
Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, , 'Fore your eyes
and ears? Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak at once.
Cit. [speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ; - my daughter; — He killed my cousin Marcus ; — He killed my father.
2 Lord. Peace, ho; - no outrage; - peace.
O, that I had him,
Insolent villain ! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. ... [Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and
kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFI
DIUS stands on him. Lords.
Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord.
O Tullus, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will
weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him. - Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords.
Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice, That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
his fame folds in This orb o'the earth.] His fame overspreads the world. ! -judicious hearing.) Perhaps judicious, in the present instance, signifies judicial ; such a hearing as is allowed to criminals in courts of judicature. Thus imperious is used by our author for imperial.
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Bear from hence his body,
His own impatience
My rage is gone,
Take him up :
[Exeunt, bearing the Body of CORIOLANUS.
A Dead March sounded."
that ever herald Did follow to his urn.] This allusion is to a custom unknown, I believe, to the ancients, but observed in the publick funerals of English princes, at the conclusion of which a herald proclaims the style of the deceased. STEEVENS.
a noble memory.) Memory for memorial. 5 The tragedy of Coriolanus is one of the most aniusing of our author's performances. The old man's merriment in Menenius; the lofty lady's dignity in Volumnia; the bridal modesty in Virgilia; the patrician and military haughtiness in Coriolanus; the plebeian malignity and tribunitian insolence in Brutus and Sicinius, make a very pleasing and interesting variety: and the various revolutions of the hero's fortune fill the mind with anxious curiosity. There is, perhaps, too much bustle in the first Act, and too little in the last. JOHNSON.
END OF THE SIXTH VOLUME.