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There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Sir, praise me not:
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun-
Let him alone,
He did inform the truth: But for our gentlemen,
Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side
Flower of warriors,
How is't with Titus Lartius?
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees:
They have plac'd their men of trust?
I do beseech you,
Those are they
[They all shout, and wave their swords; take him up in their arms, and cast up their caps. O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volces? None of you but is
(5) Present time.
We hate alike;
Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor
If I fly, Marcius,
Halloo me like a hare.
[They fight, and certain Volces come to the
[Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius. SCENE IX-The Roman camp. Alarum. retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter at one side, Cominius, and Romans; at the other side, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf, and other Romans.
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Should they not, En-Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, (Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,) of all
Thou❜lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it,
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
Enter Titus Lartius, with his power, from the pursuit.
I thank you, general
A long flourish. They all cry, Marcius! Már-
Mar. May these same instruments, which you
Never sound more! When drums and trumpets shall
As if I lov'd my little should be dieted
The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city,
Čom. Too modest are you; More cruel to your good report, than grateful To us that give you truly by your patience, If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you (Like one that means his propert0 harm,) în manacles,
Then reason safely with you.-Therefore, be it
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
(6) Thrown into grateful trepidation.
With all the applause and clamour of the host,
Bear the addition nobly ever!
[Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. Be hostages for Rome. All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus!
Will not you go? Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove :
Cor. I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
To the fairness of my power.
I shall, my lord.
Take it: 'tis yours.—What is't?
O, well begg'd!
By Jupiter, forgot :-
Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries: 'tis time
Auf. The town is ta'en!
1 Sol. 'Twill be delivered back on good condition.
I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
(1) Add more by doing his best.
With only suffering stain by him; for him
Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the city;
Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must
(3) Enter into articles. (5) Poke, push.
(Tis south the city mills,) bring me word thither
I shall, sir.
Bru. And topping all others in boasting. SCENE X-The camp of the Volces. A flour-how you are censured here in the city, I mean of Men. This is strange now: Do you two know ish. Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius, bloody,||us o'the right hand file? Do you?
with two or three Soldiers.
Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.
Both Trib. Why, how are we censured? Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will you not be angry?
Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well.
Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience: give your disposition the reins, and be angry at your pleasure; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you, in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud?
Bru. We do it not alone, sir.
Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for your helps are many; or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like, for doing much alone. You talk of pride: O, that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves! O that you could!
Bru. What then, sir?
Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates (alias, fools,) as any in Rome.
Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tyber in't; said to be something imperfect, in favouring the first complaint: hasty, and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion; one that converses more with the buttock of the night, than
(6) My brother posted to protect him.
Vir. O, no, no, no.
with the forehead of the morning. What I think,ption in Galen îs but empiricutic, and, to this preI utter; and spend my malice in my breath: Meet-servative, of no better report than a horse-drench. ing two such weals-men as you are (I cannot call Is he not wounded? he was wont to come home you Lycurguses) if the drink you gave me, touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I cannot say, your worships have delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables: and though I'a must be content to bear with those that say you are reverend grave men; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you have good faces. If you see this in the map of my microcosm,2 follows it, that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bisson3 conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too?
Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. Men. So do I too, if it be not too much:-Brings victory in his pocket?-The wounds become him.
Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three-pence to a second day of audience.-When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the colic, you make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamberpot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing: all the peace you make in their cause, is calling both the parties knaves: You are a pair of strange ones.
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bencher in the Capitol.
Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion; though, peradventure, some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. Good e'en to your worships; more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.
[Bru. and Sic. retire to the back of the scene. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria, &c. How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do you follow your eyes so fast?
Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for the love of Juno, let's
Men. Ha! Marcius coming home? Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous approbation.
Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee:Hoo! Marcius coming home?
Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.
Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at home for you.
Men. I will make my very house reel to-night:A letter for me?
Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.
Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? Vol. Titus Lartius writes,-they fought together, but Aufidius got off.
Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the senate possessed5 of this?
Vol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly.
Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of
Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.
Vir. The gods grant them true!
Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true:Where is he wounded?--God save your good worships! [To the Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?
Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: There will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body.
Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh,there's nine that I know.
Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twentyfive wounds upon him.
Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave: [A shout, and flourish.] Hark! the trumpets.
Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Which being advanc'd, declines; and then men die. A sennet.6 Trumpets sound. Enter Cominius and Titus Lartius; between them, Coriolanus, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, and a Herald.
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd,
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
On the sudden,
I warrant him consul.
Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours From where he should begin, and end; but will
(2) Fit. (4) Best linen. (5) Soiled with sweat and smoke. (6) Seldom.
(1) Graceful. (3) Maid.
Enter a Messenger. What's the matter? Mess. You are sent for to the Capitol. "Tis thought,
That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen
SCENE II.—The same.
Have with you. [Exeunt. The Capitol. Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.
1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand for consulships?
2 Off Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.
1 Off That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.
2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great me that have flatter'd the people, who ne'er lov'd them;