Imatges de pÓgina

He and Aufidius can no more attone
Than violenteft contrarieties.

1. Enter another Messenger.
2 Mes. You are sent for to the Senate :
A fearful army, led by Caius Martius,
Associated with Aufidius, rages
Upon our territories, they've already
O'er-born their way, consum’d with fire, and took
What lay before them.

Enter Cominius. Com, Oh, you have made good work. Men. What news? what news?

Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, and 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 the news ?
You've made fair work, I fear me: pray, your news ?
If Martius

. Thould be joyned with the Volscians,
Com. If ? he is their God, he leads them like a thing
Made by some other deity than nature;
That shapes man better ; and they follow him
Against us brats, with no less confidence,
Than boys pursaing summer butter-flies,
Or butchers killing flies.

Men. You've made good work,
You and your apron-men; that stood so much
Upon the voiee of occupation, and
The breath of garlick-eaters.

Com. He'll shake your Rome
About your ears.

Men. As Hercules did shake
Down mellow fruit: So you have made fair work,

Bru. But is this true, Sir?

Com. Ay, and you'll look pale
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly revolt, and who refift


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Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perith constant fools: who is’t can blame him ?
Your enemies and his find fomething in him.

Men. We're all undope, unless
The noble man have mercy.

Com. Who shall ask it?
The Tribunes cannot do't for hame , the people
Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf
Does of the shepherds : his best friends, if they
Shou'd say, Be good to Rome, they charge him even
As those should do that had desery'd his hate,
And therein shew'd like enemies.

Men, 'Tis true.
If he were putting to my house the brand
That would consume it, I have not the face
To say, 'Befeech you, ceafe. You've made fair hands,
You and your crafts ! you've crafted fair !

Com. You've brought
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
So incapable of help.

Tri. Say not we brought it.

Men. How? was it we? we lov'd him; but, like beasts
And coward nobles, gave way to your clusters,
Who hooted him out o'th' city.

Com. But I fear
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
The second name of men, obeys his 'points
As if he were his officer : desperation
Is all the policy, strength, and defence
That Rome can make against them.

SCENE VII. Enter a Troop of Citizens,
Men. Here come the clutters. -
And is Aufidius with him ? - You are they
That made the air unwholsome, when you call
Your stinking, greafie caps, in hooting at
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming,
And not a hair upon a soldier's head
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs,

you threw caps up, will he tumble down, And pay you for your voices, 'Tis no matter

If he should burn us all into one coal,
We have deserv'd it.

Omnes. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.

i Cit. For mine own part, When I said banish bim, I said 'twas pity.

2 Cit. And so did I.

3 Cit. And so did I ; and to say the truth, fo did very many of us ; that we did, we did for the best : and tho we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will.

Com. Y're goodly things ; you voices !

Men. You have made you good work, You and your cry. Shall's to the Capitol ? Com. Oh, ay, what else ?

[Exeunt. Sic. Go, mafters, get you home, be not dismay'd. These are a fide, that would be glad to have This true, which they fo seem to fear. Go home, And shew no sign of fear.

i Cie. The Gods be good to us! come, masters, let's home. I ever said we were i' th' wrong, when we bapish'd him.

2 Cit. So did we all; but come, let's home. [Ex. Cir.
Bru. I do not like this news.
Sic. Nor I.

Bru. Let's to the Capitol ; would half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie !
Sic. Pray let us go.

[Exeunt Tribunes,
A Camp at a small distance from Rome.

Enter Aufidius witb bis Lieutenant,
Auf. Do they ftill fly to th’ Roman?

Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him ; but
Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end :
And you are darken'd in this action, Sir,
Even by your own

Auf. I cannot help it now,
Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
Of our design. He bears himself more proudly
Even to my perfon, than I thought he would


When first I did embrace him. Yet his nature
In that's no changeling, and I must excuse
What cannot be amended,

Lieu, Yet I wish, Sir,
(I mean for your particular) you had not
Join' in commission with him ; but. had born
The action of your self, or else to him ,
Had left it solely.
* Auf. I understand thee well, and be thou sure,
When he shall come to his account, he knows got
What I can urge against him : though it seems,
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly,
And Thews good husbandry for the Volscian state,
Fights dragon-like, and does atchieve as foon
As draw his sword ; yet he hath left undone
That which thall break his neck, or hazard mine,
Whene'er we come to our account.

Lieu. Sir, I beseech, think you he'll carry Rome?

Auf. All places yield to him ere he fits down,
And the Nobility of Rome are his :
The Senators and Patricians love him too:.
The Tribunes are no soldiers ; and their people
Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome
As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
By sovereignty of nature. First, he was
A noble servant to them, but he could not
Carry his bonours even ; whether pride,
Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man; whether defect of judgment,
To fail in the disposing of those chances
Whereof he was the Lord ; or whether nature,
Not to be other than one thing, not moving
From th' cask to th' cushion, but commanding peace
Even with the same austerity and garb,
As he controll’d the war; but one of these,
(As he hath spices of them all, not all,
For I dare so far free him) made him fear'd,
So hated, and so Danish'd ; but he has merit



Thochoaks it in the utt'rance : our virtues
Lye in th' interpretation of the time;
And power, in it self moft commendable,

Hath not a tomb fo evident as a chair
T'extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire ; one nail, one nail ;
Right's by right foiled, strengths by strengths do fail.
Come, let's away; when, Caius, Rome is thine,
Thou’rt poor'At of all, then shortly art thou mine. [Exeunt,

ROME. Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus,

with others. Men, 10, I'll not go : you hear what he hath faid

Which was sometime his General; who lov'd

In a most dear particular. He call’d me father :
But what o' that ? go thou that banish'd him,
A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
The way into his mercy: nay, if he coy'd
To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.

Com. He would not seem to know me.
Men. Do you hear !

Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name :
I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
That we have bled together. Coriolanus
He would not answer to; forbad all names ;
He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
'Till he had forg'd himself a name o' th'fire
Of burning Rome.

Men. Why, fo ; you've made good work :
A pair of Tribunes, that have fack'a fair Rome,
To make coals cheap: a noble memory!

Com. I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was least expected. He reply'd,
It was a bare petition of a state
To one whom they had punish'd.

Men. Very well, could he say less ?

Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard
For's private friends. His answer to me was,


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