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This is good news: I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, A city full ; of tribunes, such as you, A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day; This morning, for ten thousand of your throats I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!

[Shouting and Musick.
Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next,
Accept my thankfulness.

Sir, we have all
Great cause to give great thanks.

They are near the city ?
Mess. Almost at point to enter.

We will meet them, And help the joy.

[Going. Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patri

cians, and People. They pass over the Stage.

1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before

Unshout the noise that banish’d Marcius,
Repeal 4 him with the welcome of his mother;
Cry,-Welcome, ladies, welcome!

Welcome, ladies! Welcome! [A Flourish with Drums and Trumpets.

[Exeunt. SCENE V. Antium. A public Place. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants.

Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here:
Deliver them this paper: having read it,
Bid them repair to the market-place; where I,

4 Recall.

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V. Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse?, The city ports? by this hath enter'd, and Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: Despatch.

[Exeunt Attendants.

Even so,

Enter Three or Four Conspirators of Aufidius'

Faction. Most welcome!

1 Con. How is it with our general ?

As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
And with his charity slain.
2 Con.

Most noble sir,

do hold the same intent wherein
You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
Of your great danger.

Sir, I cannot tell;
We must proceed, as we do find the people.

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst 'Twixt


there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. Auf

I know it; And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighten'd, He water'd his new plants with dews of Aattery, Seducing so my friends : and, to this end, He bow'd his nature, never known before But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,

ii. e. he whom I accuse :-
• I am appointed him to murder you.'

The Winter's Tale. 2 Ports are gates. See Act i. Sc. 7, note 1.

When he did stand for consul, which he lost
By lack of stooping,

That I would have spoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; Presented to my

knife his throat: I took him; Made him joint servant with me; gave


way In all his own desires : nay, let him choose Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments In mine own person ; holp to reap the fame, Which he did end all his; and took some pride To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, I seem'd his follower, not partner; and He wag'd me with his countenance', as if I had been mercenary. 1 Con.

So he did,


lord : The army marveli'd at it. And, in the last, When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd For no less spoil, than glory,-Auf.

There was it;For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him 4. At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!

[Drums and Trumpets sound, with great

Shouts of the People. 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, 3 The verb to wage was formerly in general use for to stipend, to reward. The meaning is,' the countenance he gave me was a kind of wages.'-. For his defence great store of men I wag’d.'

Mirror for Magistrates,
I receive thee gladly to my house,
And wage thy stay.'

Heywood's Wise Woman of Hogsdon. 4 • This is the point on which I will attack him with all my energy.'

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And had no welcomes home; but he returns,
Splitting the air with noise.
2 Con.

And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear,
With giving him glory.
3 Con.

Therefore, at your vantage,
Ere he express himself, or move the people
With what he would say,

let him feel
Which we will second. When he lies along,
After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury
His reasons with his body.

Say no more ;
Here come the lords.

your sword,

Enter the Lords of the City. Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf

I have not deserv'd it, But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd What I have written to you? Lords.

We have. 1 Lord.

And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think, Might have found easy fines : but there to end Where he was to begin; and give away The benefit of our levies, answering us With our own charge”; making a treaty, where There was

yielding; This admits no excuse. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours; a

Crowd of Citizens with him.
Cor. Hail, lords! I am returned your soldier;
No more infected with my country's love,
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting

5. Rewarding us with our own expenses, making the cost of the war its recompense.'

Under your great command. You are to know,
That prosperously I have attempted, and
With bloody passage, led your wars, even to
The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home,
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
The charges of the action.

We have made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates,
Than shame to the Romans: And we here deliver,
Subscrib’d by the consuls and patricians,
Together with the seal o'the senate, what
We have compounded on.

Read it not, noble lords ;
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
He hath abus'd your powers.

Cor. Traitor!-How now?

Ay, traitor, Marcius.

Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou think I'll

grace thee with that robbery, thy stoln 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 salt, your city Rome
(I say, your city), to his wife and mother:
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk; 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.

Hear'st thou, Mars?
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,

Ha! Auf. No more 6. 6 This must be considered as continuing the former speech of Aufidius; he means to tell Coriolanus that he was 'no more than a boy of tears.'

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