Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, Cor. 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 Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion [lords, (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust The lie unto him. 1 Lord. [bear Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli: Alone I did it.-Boy! Auf. be you Will put Why, noble lords, in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak at once. Cit. [Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son;-my daughter;He killed my cousin Marcus;-He killed my father.2 Lord. Peace, ho;—no outrage;―peace. The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o' th' earth.' His last offence to us Cor. With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. O, that I had him, Insolent villain! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands on him. His fame overspreads the world. [COR. 115] Lords. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. O Tullus, 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will Hold, hold, hold, hold. weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords. Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Myself your loyal servant, or endure Your heaviest censure. 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, 1 2 Lord. [COR. 116] Auf. Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. memory, as before, for memorial. END OF CORIOLANus. CINNA, a poet. Another Poet. LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, young CATO, and VOLUM NIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, DardANIUS; servants to Brutus. PINDARUS, servant to Cassius. CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar. PORTIA, wife to Brutus. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE-during a great part of the play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi. JULIUS CÆSAR. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rome. A street. Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a rabble of Citizens. [home; Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you Is this a holiday? What! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Upon a labouring day, without the sign Of your profession?-Speak, what trade art thou? 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on?— You, sir; what trade are you? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get [J. CES. 1] 2 A |
