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Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slavelPardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave

lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must

bear My beating to his grave) shall join to thrust The lie unto him.

1 Lord. 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 dovecote, 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 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'the earth?. His last offence to us Shall have judicious 8 hearing.--Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace.

7 • His fame overspreads the world.'

8. Perhaps judicious, in the present instance, means judicial; such a hearing as is allowed to criminals in courts of justice.'

VENS. · Steevens is right; it appears from Ballokar's Expositor that the words were convertible; the same meaning is assigned to both, viz. belonging to judgment.'

Cor.

0, that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword!
Auf.

Insolent villain! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and

kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS

stands on him. Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord.

O Tullus.2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour

will 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,
And mourn you for him : let him be regarded
As the most noble corse, that ever herald
Did follow to his urn 9.
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 struck with sorrow.—Take him up:

9 This allusion is to a oustom which was most probably unknown to the ancients, but which was observed in the public funerals of English princes, at the conclusion of which a herald proclaims the style of the deceased.

Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers ; 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 shall have a noble memory 10.-
Assist.
[Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS.

A dead March sounded.
10 Memorial. See Acť iv. Sc. 5, note 3.

The tragedy of CORIOLANUS is one of the most amusing of our author's performances. The old man's merriment in Menenius; the lofty lady's dignity in Volumnia; the bridal modesty in Virgilia; the patrician and military haughtiness in Coriolanus; the plebeian malignity and tribunitian insolence in Brutus and Sicinius, make a very pleasing and interesting variety; and the various revolutions of the hero's fortune fill the mind with anxious curiosity. There is, perhaps, too much bustle in the first Act, and too little in the last. JOHNSON.

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Brutus. But here comes Antony.--Welcome, Mark Antony.

Antony. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure ?-Fare thee well.

Act iji. Sc. 1.

FROM THE CHISWICK PRESS.

1826.

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