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if he had staid by him, I would not have been so fidius'd for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the Senate pofseft of this ?

Vol. Good Ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes: the Senate has letters from the General, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war : he hath in this action out-done his former deeds doubly.

Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

Men. Wondrous ! ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.

Vir. The Gods grant them true!
Vol. True ? pow waw.

Men. True ? I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded ? God save their good Worships * ! Martius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud : - - where is he wounded?

Val. I'th' shoulder, and i'th' left arm; there will be large cicatrices to thew the people, when he shall stand for his place. He receiv'd in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i'th' body.

Men, One i’th' neck, and one too i'th' thigh ; there's nine that I know.

Vol. He had, before his last expedition, twenty five wounds upon him.

Men. Now 'tis twenty seven : every galh was an enemy's grave. Hark, the trumpets. [A fout and Aouris.

Vol. These are th' ushers of Martius ; before him
He carries noise, behind him he leaves tears :
Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lye,
Which being advanc'd declines, and then men die.

Trumpets found. Enter Cominius the General and Titus

Lartius ; between them Coriolanus, crown'd with an oaken
garland, with Captains and Soldiers, and a Herald,

Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Martius did fight
Within Corioli gates, where he hath won,

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With fame, a name to Caius Martius.
Welcome to Rome, renown’d Coriolanus! [Sound. Flourise

All. Welcome to Rome, renown's Coriolanus !

Cor. No more of this, it does offerd my heart; Pray now, no more.

Com, Look, Sir, your mother. '

Cor. Oh!
You have, I know, petition'd all the Gods
For my prosperity.

Vol. Nay, my soldier, up:
My gentle Martius, my worthy Caius,
By deed-atchieved honour newly nam’d,
What is it, Coriolanus, must I call thee?
But oh, thy wife

Cor. My gracious filence, hail !
'Would'At thou have laugh’d, had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph ? ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
And mothers that lack sons.

Men. Now the Gods crown thee!
Cor. And live you yet? - my sweet Lady, pardon.



[To Val.

Vol. I know not where to turn. O welcome home;
And welcome, General ! y’are welcome all.

Men. A hundred thousand welcomes : I could weep,
And I could laugh, I'm light and heavy; welcome!
A curse begin at very root on's heart
That is not glad to see thee! You are three
That Rome should dote on : yet by the faith of men,
We've some old crab-trees here at home, that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Welcome, warriors !
We call a nettle, but a netile, and
The faults of fools, but folly.

Com. Ever right.
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Her, Give way there, and go on.

Cor. Your hand, and yours.
Ere in our own house I do thade my head,
The good Patricians must be visited,
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings,


But with them, charge of honour.

Vol. I have lived,
To see inherited my very wishes,
And buildings of my fancy; only one thing
Is wanting, which I doubt not but our Rome
Will cast upon thee.

Cor. Know, good mother, I
Had rather be their servant in my way,
Than sway with them in theirs.
Com. On, to the Capitol. (Flourish. Cornets.

(Exeunt in fate, as before. SCEN E IV. Enter Brutus and Sicinius. Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared lights Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry, While she chats him: the kitchen maukin pins Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Clambring the walls to eye him ; stalls, hulks, windows, Are (mother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing In earneftness to see him : seld-fhown Flamens Do press among the popular throngs, and puff To win a vulgar station ; our veild dames Commit the war of white and damask in Their nicely gawded cheeks, to th' wanton spoil Of Pbebus' burning kisses ; such a pother, As if that whatsoever God who leads him, Were Nily crept into his human powers, And gave him graceful posture.

Sic. On the sudden, I warrant him Conful.

Bru. Then our office may,
During his power, go Neep.

Sic. He cannot temp'rately transport his honours,
From where he should begin and end, but will
Lose those he'ath won.

Bru. In that there's comfort.

Sic, Doubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Upon their ancient malice will forget


With the least cause these his new honours ; which
That he will give, make I as little question
As he is proud to do't.

Bru. I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for Consul, never would he
Appear i'th' market-place, nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility,
Nor shewing, as the manner is, his wounds
To th’ people, beg their stinking breaths.

Sic. 'Tis right.

Bru. It was his word: oh, he would miss it, rather
Than carry it, but by the suit o'th' Gentry,
And the desire o'th' Nobles.

Sic. I wish no better,
Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it
In execution.

Bru. 'Tis most like he will.

Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills ;
A fure destruction.

Bru. So it must fall out
To him, or our authorities. For our end,
We must suggest the people, in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to's power he would
Have made them mules, filenc'd their pleaders, and
Disproperty'd their freedoms : holding them,
In human action and capacity,
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world,
Than camels in the war, who have their provender
Only for bearing burthens, and fore blows
For finking under them.

Sic. This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall touch the people, (which time shall not want,
I: he be put upon't, and that's as easie,
As to set dogs on theep) will be the fire
To kindle their dry stubble ; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever,

Enter a Messenger.
Bru. What's the matter ?
Mes. You're fent for to the Capitol : 'cis thought


That Martius shall be Conful : I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind
To hear bim speak 3 the matrons flung their gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs,
Upon him as he pass’d; the Nobles bended
As to yove's statue, and the Commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts :
I never saw the like.

Bru. Let's to the Capitol,
And carry with us ears and eyes for th' time,
But hearts for the event.
Sic. Have with you.

[Exewito SCENE V. The Capitol.

Enter two Officers, to lay cushions. i Off. Come, come, they are almost here ; how many stand for Consulships ?

2 Off. Three they say; but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.

i Off. That's a brave fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.

2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great men that have fatter'd the people, who ne'er lov'd them, and there be many that they have loved they know not wherefore ; so that if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love, or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition, and out of his noble carelessness he let's them plainly see't.

i Off. If he did not care whether he had their love or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good, nor harm : but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him ; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their opposite. Now to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he disikes, to flatter them for their love.

2 Off. He hath deserved worthily of his country : and his ascent is not by such easy degrees as theirs who have been supple and courteous to the people bonneted, without any further deed to heave them at all into their eftimation and report ; but he hath so planted his honours in their


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