As hotly and as nobly with thy love, You bless me, gods. 1. 2. Serv. Wherefore? wherefore? 3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general-Caius Marcius. 1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general? 3 Serv. I do not say thwack our general: but he was always good enough for him. 2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself. 1 Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on't: before Corioli he scotched him and notched him like a carbonado. 2 Serv. An he had been cantibally given, he might have broiled and eaten him too. 1 Serv. But, more of thy news? 3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o'the table: no question asked him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and sowle the porter of Rome gate by the ears: He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polled. 2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine. 3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which friends, sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir,) shew themselves (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in directitude. 1 Serv. Directitude! what's that? 3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their Yet, Marcius that was much. Your hand! Most wel-burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him. 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 arın 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. Serv. Who, my master? 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Serv. Worth six of him. 1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier. 2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that for the defence of a town, our general is excellent. 1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too. Re-enter third Servant. 3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals. 1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake. 3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemned man. 1 Serv. But when goes this forward? 3 Serv. 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 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers. 1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than wars a destroyer of men. 2 Serv. 'Tis so: and as wars, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. 1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. 3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. All. In, in, in, in. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Rome. A public Place. Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS. Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him His remedies are tame i' the present peace And quietness o' the people, which before Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends | Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had, Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold Dissentious numbers pestering the streets, than see Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going About their functions friendly. ; Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, But with his friends; the common-wealth 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. Enter Three or Four Citizens. Good-e'en, our neighbours. Bru. Caius Marcius was Sic. 'Tis this slave ; Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his raising! Nothing but his report! Mess. Yes, worthy sir, The slave's report is seconded; and more, More fearful, is deliver'd. Sic. What more fearful? [and Com. O, you have made good work! Men. What news? what news? Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, To melt the city leads upon your pates; To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses;Men. What's the news? what's the news? Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd Into an augre's bore. Men. Pray now, your news?— Com. Men. If! You have made good work, You, and your apron men; you that stood so much Upon the voice of occupation, and The breath of garlic-eaters! Com. Your Rome about your ears. Men. He will shake As Hercules |