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Three or four miles about ; else had I, Sir,
Half an hour fince brought my report.

Enter Martius.
Com. Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were flea'd ? O Gods,
He has the stamp of Martius, and I have
Before-time seen him thus,
Mar. Come I too late ?

Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor,
More than I know the found of Murtius' tongue
From every meaner man's.

Mar. Come I too late ?

Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.

Mar. Oh ! let me clip ye
In arms as found as when I woo'd ; in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burnt to bedward.

Com. Flower of warriors,
How is’t with Titus Larrius ?

Mar. As with a man busied about decrees;
Condemning some to death, and some to exile,
Ransoming him, or picying, threatning th’other,
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning grey-hound in the leash,
To let him Nip at will.

Com. Where is that save
Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
Where is he? call him hither.

Mar. Let him alone,
He did inform the truth : but for our gentlemen,
The common file, (a plague on’t ! tribunes for them!)
The mouse ne'er shunn’d the cat, as they did budge
From rascals worse than they.

Com. But how prevail'd you ?

Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think
Where is the enemy ? are you lords o'th' field ?
If not, why cease you 'till you are so ?

Com. Martius, we have at disadvantage fought,
And did retire to win our purpose.


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Mar. How lyes their battle ? know you on what side They have plac'd their men of trust?

Com. As I guess, Martius,
Their bands i' th' vaward are the Antiates
Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope.

Mar. I do beseech you,
By all the battels wherein we have fought,
By th' blood w'ave shed together, by the vows
W’ave made to endure friends, that you directly
Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiat's ;
And that you not delay the present, but
Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts,


Com. Though I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking ; take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.

Mar. Those are they
That most are willing ; if any such be here
(As it were fin to doubt) that love this painting


see me smear'd ; if any fear
Less for his person than an ill report :
If any think brave death out-weighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself,
Let him, alone, (or many if so minded)
Wave thus, t'express his disposition,
And follow Martius.
[They all shout and wave their swords, take bim up in

their arms, and caft up their caps.
Oh! me alone, make you a sword of me :
If these shews be not outward, which of you
But is four Volscians ? none of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A fhield as hard as his. A certain number
(Tho' thanks to all) muft I select : the rest
Shall bear the business in some other fight,
As cause will be obey'd ; please you to march,
And four Mall quickly dra:v out my command,

Which men are best inclin'd.

Com. March on, my fellows :
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.

[Exeunt, SCEN E X. Corioli. Titus Lartius having sent a guard upon Corioli, going with

drum and trumpet toward Cominius and Caius Martius; Enter witb a Lieutenant otber Soldiers and a Scout.

Lar. So, let the ports be guarded ; keep your duties
As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch
Those centuries to our aid ; the rest will serve
For a short holding ; if we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.

Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir.

Lar. Hence, and shut your gates upon's : Our guider, come, to th' Roman camp conduct us. [Exeunt.

SCENE XI. The Roman Camp. Alarum as in battel. Enter Martius and Aufidius, at

several doors. Mar. I'll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee Worse than a promise-breaker.

Auf. We hate alike :
Not Africk owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame, and envy ; fix thy foot.

Mar. Let the first budger die the other's Nave,
And the Gods doom him after !

Auf. If I fly, Martius, hollow me like a hare.

Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleas’d : 'tis not my blood,
Wherein thou see ft me mask'd ; for thy revenge
Wrench up thy power to th' highest.

Auf. Wert thou the Hector,
That was the whip of your bragg’d progeny,
Thou should'st not 'scape me here.
(Here they fight, and certain Volscians come to the aid of

Aufidius. Martius figbes 'till tbey be driven in breatbless. Officious and not valiant ! you have sham’d me In your condemned seconding. [Exeunt Mar, and Auf, figbting.


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Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is founded. Enter at one door

Cominius with the Romans : at another door Martius,
with his arm in a scarf.
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
Thou’lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it,
Where Senators shall mingle tears with smiles ;
Where great Patricians shall attend, and shrug;
I'th' end admire ; where Ladies shall be frighted,
And, gladiy quak’d, hear more ; where the dull Tribunes,
That with the fufty Plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say against their hearts, We thank the Gods
Our Rome bath such a soldier.
Yet cam'ft thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully din'd before.

Enter Titus Lartius with his power from the pursuit,

Lar. O General,
Here is the steed, we the caparison :
Hadit thou beheld

Mar. Pray now, no more : my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me, grieves me: I have done
As you have done, that's what I can, induc'd
As you have also been, that's for my country i
He that has but effected his good will,
Hath overta'en mine act.

Com. You shall not be
The grave of

your deserving, Rome must know
The value of her own : 'twere a concealment
Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
To hide your doings, and to silence that,
Which to the spire and top of praises vouch'd,
Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you,
(In sign of what you are, not to reward


have done) before our army hear me.
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
To hear themselves remembred.

Com. Should they not,
Well might they fefter 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death : Of all the horses,
Whereof we've ta’en good, and good store, of all


The treasure in the field atchiev'd, and city,
We render you the tenth, to be ta’en forth,
Before the common distribution,
At your own choice.

Mar. I thank you, General : But cannot make my heart consent to take A bribe, to pay my sword : I do refuse it, And stand upon my common part with those That have beheld the doing. (A long flourish. They all cry, Martius ! Martius! casi up tbeir caps and lances : Cominius and Lartius ftand bare.

Mar. May these same instruments, which you profane, Never sound more! when drums and


I'th' field prove flatterers, let camps as cities
Be made of false-fac'd soothing. When steel grows
Soft, as the parasite's filk, let hymns be made
An overture for th' wars! No more, I say ;
For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled,
Or foild some debile wretch, which without note
Here's many else bave done ; you shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical,
As if I lov'd my little should be dieted
In praises sauc'd with lies.

Com. Too modest are you :
More cruel to your good report, than grateful
To us, that give you truly : by your patience,
If 'gainst your self you be incens’d, we'll put you
(Like one that means his proper harm) in manacles,
Then reason safely with you : therefore be it known,
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Martius
Wears this war's garland : in token of the which,
My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
For what he did before Corioli, call him,
With all th' applause and clamour of the hot,
Cajus Martius Coriolanus. Bear th' addition nobly ever!

Flourish. Trumpets found, and drums. Omnes. Caius Martius Coriolanus !

Mar. I will go wash :
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive


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