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And take our friendly Senators by th' hands,
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'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, 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, 1 Ser. Here's a strange alteration. 2 Ser. 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.
i Ser. What an arm he has ! he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methoughtI cannot tell how to term it.
i Ser. He had so : 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 fimply the rareft man i'th' world.
1 Ser. I think he is; but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.
2 Ser. Who? my master ?
1 Ser. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to be the greater soldier.
7 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 affuult too.
Enter a rbird Servant. 3 Ser. Oh Naves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals. Borb. What, what, what ? let's partake.
3 Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.
Borb. Wherefore? wherefore?
3 Ser. Why bere's he that was wont to thwack our Ge. beral, 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 tod hård for him, I have heard him fay fo himself.
Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on't: before Corioli, he scotcht bim and norcht him like a carbonado.
2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have brbil'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 o' th' table ; no question ask'd him by any of the Senators, but they ftand bald before him. Our General himfelf makes a miftress 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 cut i'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 fowle the porter of Rome gates by th' ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage poll do
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 dorft not (look you, Sir) Mew themselves (as we term it) bis friends, whilft he's in directitude,
Ser. Directitude! what's that?
1: 3 Ser. But when they shall see, Sir; his croft 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 ?
Ser. To-morrow, to-day, presently, you shall have the drum ftruck 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 shall have a stirring world again : this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
í 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, mullid, deaf, sleepy, 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, so 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, Both. In, in, in, in.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI. RO ME.
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 surfer by't, beheld Diffentious numbers pest'ring streets, than see Qur 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, he 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; 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 is he, hear you ?
Men, Nay, I hear nothing :
Enter three or four Citizens.
i Cit. Our felves, our wives, and children; on our knees Are bound to pray for you both..!.
Sic. Live and thrive!
Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours :- we wish'd Coriolanus
All. Now the Gods keep you !
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Bru. Caius Martius was
Sic. And affecting one fole throne,
Men. Nay, I think not so.
Sic. We had by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth Conful, found it fo.
Bru. The Gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Who hearing of our Martius' banishment,
Sic. Come, what talk you of Martius ?
Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt. It cannot be,
Men, Cannot be !
But reason with the fellow
you shall chance to whip your information,
Sit. Tell not me:
Enter a Messenger.
Sis. 'Tis this Nave:
Mes. Yes, worthy Sir,
Sic. What more fearful ?
Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
Sic. This is most likely!
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may will
Sic. The very trick on't.