We have compounded on.

AUF. Read it not, noble lords ;

But tell the traitor, in the highest degree

He hath abus'd your powers.

COR. Traitor !-How now ?

AUF. Ay, traitor, Marcius.

COR. Marcius!

AUF. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Doft thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy ftol'n name Coriolanus in Corioli?.

You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of falt, your city Rome
(I say, your city,) to his wife and mother :
Breaking his oath and refolution, like
A twist of rotten filk; never admitting
Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory;
That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
Look'd wondering each at other.

COR. Hear'ft thou, Mars?

AUF. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,-
COR. Ha!

AUF. No more.

COR. Measureless liar, thou haft made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O flave!-
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever

I was forc'd to fcold. Your judgements, my grave lords,
Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion
(Who wears my stripes imprefs'd on him; that must bear
My beating to his grave;) fhall join to thrust

The lie unto him.

I LORD. Peace, both, and hear me speak.

COR. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! Falfe 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. Why, noble lords,

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your fhame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears?

CON. Let him die for't.

[feveral speak at once.

CIT. [Speaking promifcuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it prefently. He kill'd my fon ;-my daughter;-He kill'd my coufin Marcus ;-He kill'd my father.

2 LORD. Peace, ho; no outrage ;-peace.

The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o' the earth. His laft offence to us

Shall have judicious hearing.-Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

COR. O, that I had him,

With fix Aufidiufes, or more, his tribe,

To ufe

my lawful fword!

AUF. Infolent villain!

CON. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

[AUFIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS ftands on him.

LORDS. Hold, hold, hold, hold.

AUF. My noble masters, hear me speak.

I LORD. O Tullus,

[weep.

2 LORD. Thou haft done a deed whereat valour will

3 LORD. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet;

AUF. My lords, when you fhall 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 fenate, I'll deliver

Myself your loyal fervant, or endure
Your heaviest cenfure.

I LORD. Bear from hence his body,

And mourn you
As the most noble corfe, that ever herald
Did follow to his urn.

for him: let him be regarded

2 LORD. His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.

AUF. My rage is gone,

And I am ftruck with forrow.-Take him up:
Help, three o' the chiefeft foldiers; I'll be one.-
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes.-Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he fhall have a noble memory.— /

Affift. [Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead march founded.

JULIUS CÆSAR,

VOL. V.