Though they themselves did suffer by 't, behold Bru. We stood to 't in good time. [Enter Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late. Hail, sir! Men. Sic. Hail to you both! Your Coriolanus Is not much miss'd, but with his friends: The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, Men. All's well; and might have been much He could have temporized. Sic. Where is he, hear you? Men. Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife Hear nothing from him. Enter three or four Citizens. Citizens. The gods preserve you both! Sic. God-den, our neighbours. Bru. God-den to you all, god-den to you all. ΤΟ 20 Sic. This is a happier and more comely time Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Crying confusion. Bru. Caius Marcius was A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth consul, found it so. Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him. Ed. Enter an Edile. Worthy tribunes, 40 There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Men. 'Tis Aufidius, Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome, Sic. Of Marcius? Come, what talk you Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be The Volsces dare break with us. Men. Cannot be ! We have record that very well it can, & Within my age. But reason with the fellow, Before you punish him, where he heard this, Of what is to be dreaded. Mess. The nobles in great earnestness are going Sic. 'Tis this slave ;— Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his raising; 60 Nothing but his report. Mess. Yes, worthy sir, The slave's report is seconded; and more, Sic. What more fearful? Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouthsHow probable I do not know—that Marcius, Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, And vows revenge as spacious as between The young'st and oldest thing. Sic. This is most likely! Bru. Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish Good Marcius home again. Sic. Men. This is unlikely : The very trick on 't. 70 He and Aufidius can no more atone Than violentest contrariety. Enter a second Messenger. Sec. Mess. You are sent for to the senate: A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius, Associated with Aufidius, rages Upon our territories; and have already Enter COMINIUS. Com. O, you have made good work! Men. What news? what news? 80 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. Pray now, your news? news?— If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians, Com. He is their god: he leads them like a thing Men. If! You have made good work, You and your apron-men; you that stood so much The breath of garlic-eaters ! Com. He'll shake your Rome about your ears. 94. butterflies. The repeti tion, otherwise irritating, of 90 in Drayton, Mus. Elys. viii., rhyming with 'be.' L. 97. the voice of occupation, the working-men's vote. Before you find it other. All the regions Do smilingly revolt; and who resist Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish constant fools. Who is 't can blame him? Your enemies and his find something in him. Men. We are all undone, unless The noble man have mercy. Com. Who shall ask it? The tribunes cannot do 't for shame; the people Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they even As those should do that had deserved his hate, Men. 'Tis true: If he were putting to my house the brand That should consume it, I have not the face hands, You and your crafts! you have crafted fair! Com. You have brought A trembling upon Rome, such as was never So incapable of help. Both Tri. Say not, we brought it. Men. How! Was it we? we loved him; but, like beasts And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, 100 105. constant, confirmed. 112. charged, would charge. |