This morning, for ten thousand of your throats [Shouting and Musick. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings: next, Accept my thankfulness. Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians, and People. They pass over the Stage. 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, Repeal him with the welcome of his mother; Cry, Welcome, ladies, welcome! Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: [Exeunt. Intends to appear before the people, hoping [Exeunt Attendants. Enter Three or Four Conspirators of Aufidius' Faction. Most welcome! 1 Con. How is it with our general? Auf. Even so, As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, 2 Con. Most noble sir, If you do hold the same intent wherein Auf. Sir, I cannot tell; We must proceed, as we do find the people. 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. Auf. I know it; And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighten'd, He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, Seducing so my friends: and, to this end, He bow'd his nature, never known before 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness, When he did stand for consul, which he lost Auf. That I would have spoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; In mine own person; holp to reap the fame, 1 Con. So he did, my lord: The army marvell'd at it. and that we look'd There was it ; For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. [Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Shouts of the People. 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. 2 Con. And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Say no more; 5 He wag'd me with his countenance,] This is obscure. The meaning, I think, is, he prescribed to me with an air of authority, and gave me his countenance for my wages; thought me sufficiently rewarded with good looks. JOHNSON. 6 For which my sinews shall be stretch'd —] This is the point on which I will attack him with my utmost abilities. Enter the Lords of the City. Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf. I have not deserv'd it, But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd Lords. 1 Lord. We have. And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think, Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours; a Crowd of Citizens with him. Cor. Hail, lords! I am returned your soldier; No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted, and With bloody passage, led your wars, even to The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home, Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, The charges of the action. We have made peace, With no less honour to the Antiates, Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver, Together with the seal o'the senate, what We have compounded on. Auf. Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree He hath abus'd your powers. With our own charge ;] That is, rewarding us with our own expenses; making the cost of war its recompense. Cor. Traitor!-- How now ? Auf. Cor. Ay, traitor, Marcius. Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus in Corioli? You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars? Auf Name not the god, thou boy of tears,- Auf. No more". Ha! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must bear My beating to his grave ;) shall join to thrust The lie unto him. 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound! 8 For certain drops of salt,] For certain tears. 9 Auf. No more.] By these words Aufidius does not mean to put a stop to the altercation; but to tell Coriolanus that he was no more than a "boy of tears." |