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Enter a Meffenger.
Mef. Sir, if you'd fave your life, fly to your houfe; The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, And hale him up and down: all swearing, if The Roman Ladies bring not comfort home, They'll give him death by inches.
Enter another Messenger.
Sic. What's the news?
Mef. Good news, good news, the Ladies have prevail'd, The Volfcians are diflodg'd, and Marcius gone: A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, No, not the expulfion of the Tarquins.
Art certain, this is true? is it most certain ?
Men. This is good news:
I will go meet the Ladies. This Volumnia
A fea and land full. You've pray'd well to-day :
Mef. Sir, we have all great caufe to give great
Mef. Almoft at point to enter.
Si. We'll meet them, and help the joy.
Enter two Senators, with Ladies, paffing over the stages
Sen. Behold our patronefs, the life of Rome :
All. Welcome, Ladies, welcome!
[A flourish with drums and trumpets.
SCENE changes to a publick Place in Antium..
O tell the Lords o' th' city, I am here:
Bid them repair to th' market-place, where. I,.
Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,
To purge himself with words. Difpatch.--Moft welcome!!
Enter three or four Confpirators of Aufidius's factions. I Con. How is it with our General ?
Auf. Even fo,
As with a man by his own alms imprison'd,,
2 Con. Moft noble Sir,
If you do hold the fame intent, wherein
You wish'd us parties; we'll deliver you:
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell;
We must proceed, as we do find the people.
3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilft! 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the furvivor heir of all.
Auf. I know it;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
A good conftruction. I rais'd him, and pawn'd
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,
1 Con. So he did, my Lord:
The army marvell'd at it, and, at last,
When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd
Auf. There was it ;
(For which my finews fhall be ftretch'd upon him ;)
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
[Drums and trumpets found, with great shouts of the people.
Splitting the air with noise.
2 Con. And patient fools,
Whofe children he hath flain, their bafe throats tear,
3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage,
Ere he exprefs himself, or move the people
With what he would fay, let him feel your fword,
Which we will fecond.
When he lies along,
After your way his tale pronounc'd fhall bury
His reasons with his body.
Auf. Say no more,
Here come the Lords.
Enter the Lords of the City.
All Lords. You're most welcome home.
But, worthy Lords, have you with heed perus'd
All. We have.
1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.
What faults he made before the last, I think,
Enter Coriolanus, marching with drums and colours: the
Cor. Hail, Lords; I am return'd, your foldier;
Than fhame to th' Romans: and we here deliver,
We have compounded on.
Auf. Read it not, noble Lords,
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
Cor. Traitor!-how now!
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; doft thou think, I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy ftoln name Coriolanus, in Corioli?
You Lords and heads o' th' ftate, perfidiously
Cor. Hear'ft thou, Mars!
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears!-
Auf. No more.
Cor. Meafureless liar, thou haft made my heart
I'm forc'd to fcold. Your judgments, my grave Lords,,
I Lord. Peace both, and hear me fpeak.
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volfcians, men and lads,
Alone I did it. Boy!
Auf. Why, noble Lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,.