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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.
SCENE; á publick Place in Rome.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. (33) WE hear not of him, neither need we fear His remedies are tame i'th' present peace, And quietness o'th' People, which before Were in wild hurry. Here we make his Friends Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had, Though they themselves did fuffer by't, beheld Diffentious numbers pestring streets, than see Our Tradesmen Ginging in their shops, and going About their functions friendly. Enter Menenius.
( vi Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Menonius?
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late. Hail, Sir !
Tin 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.
2. Men. All's well, and might have been much better, if he could have temporiz'd.
Sic. Where is he, hear you?
(33) We bear not of him, neither need we fear him,
His Remedies are tame: the present Peace
Were in wild hurry.] As this Paffage has been hitherto pointed, it labours under two Absurdities ; first, that the Peace abroad, and the Quietness of the Populace at home, are calls Marcius's Remedies; whereas, in Truth, these were the Impediments of his Revenge: In the next place, the latter Branch of the Sentence is imperfect and ungram. matical. My Regulation prevents both these Inconveniencies.
Men. Nay, I hear nothing:
Enter three or four Citizens.
for you both. Sic. Live and thrive.
Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours :
All. Now the Gods keep you!
Sic, This is a happier and more comely time,
Bru. Caius. Marcius was
Sic. And affe&ing one fole Throney
Men. Nay, I think not so.
Bru. The Gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
Which were in-fhell'd when Marcius stood for Rome, And durft not once peep out.
Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius !
Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt. It cannot be, The Volfcians dare break with us.
Men. Cannot be!
shall chance to whip your information,
Sic. Tell not me :
Bru. Not possible.
Enter a Meffenger.
Mel. The Nobles in great carneftness are going
Sic. 'Tis chis flave:
Mef: 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 with
Sic. The very trick on't.
He and Aufidius can no more attone, (34)
and To melt the city-leads upon your pates, To see your Wives difhonour'd to your poses.
Men. What's the news? what's the news?
Com. Your Temples burned in their cement, and
Men. Pray now, the news?
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 pursuing summer butter-flies,
(34) He and Aufidius can no more be one
Than violenteft Contrariety.] This is only Mr. Pope's Sophistication. I have restor'd the Reading of the genuine Copies; can no more atone, i. e. be reconcild, agree ; for in this Sente the Word is as frequently used, as in the active one, to pacify, te reconcile. So in As you like it ;
Then is there Mirth in Heav'n,
Ali ne together.
Or butchers killing flies.
Men. You've made good work,
Com. He'll make your Rome about your ears.
Men. As Hercules did shake down mellow fruit : You have made fair work !
Bru. But is this true, Sir?
Com. Ay, and you'll look pale
Men. We're all undone, unless
Com. Who shall ask it? The Tribunes cannot do't for shame; 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 ihould do that had desery'd his hate, And therein shew'd like enemies.
Men. 'Tis true.
your crafts ! you've crafted fair!
Tri. Say not, we brought it.
Com. But I fear,