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Of the war's surfeits, to go rove with one
Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country, That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. As he began ; and not unknit himself Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and The noble knot he made. My friends of noble touch 7, when I am forth,
I would he had. Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. Vol. I would he had ? 'Twas you incens'd the While I remain above the ground, you shall
rabble : Hear from me still; and never of me aught Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth But what is like me formerly.
As I can of those mysteries which heaven Men.
That's worthily Will not have earth to know. As any ear can hear. - Come, let's not weep.
Pray, let us go If I could shake off but one seven years
Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone : From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this: I'd with thee every foot.
As far as doth the Capitol exceed Cor.
Give me thy hand; The meanest house in Rome: so far, my son, Come.
[Exeunt. (This lady's husband here, this, do you see,)
Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. SCENE II. – A Street near the Gate.
Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Why stay we to be baited Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an Ædile.
With one that wants her wits? Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no Vol.
Take my prayers with you. further.
I would the gods had nothing else to do, The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided
(Exeunt Tribunes. In his behalf.
But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them Bru. Now we have shown our power, But once a day, it would unclog my heart Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Of what lies heavy to't. Than when it was a doing.
You have told them home, Sic.
Bid them home : And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
me? Stand in their ancient strength.
Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, Bru.
Dismiss them home. And so shall starve with feeding. — Come, let's go :
[Erit Ædile. Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS.
In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.
SCENE III. A Highway between Rome and Bru
Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting.
Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me : Vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague your name, I think, is Adrian. o'the gods
Vol. It is so, sir : truly, I have forgot you. Requite your love !
Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as Men.
Peace, peace; be not so loud. you are, against them : Know you me yet? Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should Vol. Nicanor ? No. hear,
Rom. The same, sir. Nay, and you shall hear some. - Will you be gone? Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you ;
[T. BRUTUS. but your favour 8 is well appeared by your tongue. Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sicin.] I would, What's the news in Rome ? I have a note from the I had the power
Volscian state, to find you out there: You have well To say so to my husband.
saved me a day's journey. Sic.
Are you mankind ? Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurVol. Ay, fool ; is that a shame?- Note but this rection : the people against the senators, patricians, fool.
and nobles. Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preparThan thou hast spoken words?
ation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of Sic.
O blessed heavens! their division. Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small And for Rome's good. — I'll tell thee what ; thing would make it flame again. For the nobles Yet go:
receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Nay but thou shalt stay too: - I would my son Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
all power from the people, and to pluck from them His good sword in his hand.
their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can Sic.
tell you, and is almost mature for the violent Vir.
What then? breaking out. He'd make an end of thy posterity.
Vol. Coriolanus banished ? Vol. Good man, the wounds that he does bear Rom. Banished, sir. for Rome!
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Men. Come, come, peace.
Nicanor. 7 True metal,
Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have
Enter another Servant. heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife,
2 Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him. is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your
Erit. noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in
Enter CORIOLANUS. no request of his country.
Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells well : Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate,
but I thus accidentally to encounter you: You have Appear not like a guest. ended my business, and I will merrily accompany
Re-enter the first Servant. Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you
1 Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence most strange things from Rome; all tending to the are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, door. say you?
Cor. I have deserved no better entertainment, Vol. A most royal one : the centurions, and their In being Coriolanus. charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment 9, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
Re-enter second Servant. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and
2 Serv. Whence are you, sir ? Has the porter his am the man, I think, that shall set them in present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such com
panions? Pray, get you out. your company.
Cor. Away! Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have the
2 Serv. Away? Get you away. most cause to be glad of yours.
Cor. Now thou art troublesome. Rom. Well, let us go together. [Exeunt.
1 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked
with anon. SCENE IV. - Antium. Before Aufidius's House.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean Apparel, disguised and
3 Serv. What fellow's this? muffled.
1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on : I Cor. A goodly city is this Antium : City, cannot get him out o’the house; Pr'ythee, call my 'Tis I that made thy widows; many an heir
master to him. Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow ? Pray Have I heard groan, and drop : then know me not; you, avoid the house. Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones, Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your
hearth. Enter a Citizen.
3 Serv. What are you? In puny battle slay me. — Save you, sir.
Cor. A gentleman. Cit. And you.
3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor.
Direct me, if it be your will, Cor. True, so I am. Where great Aufidius lies : Is he in Antium ? 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, other station, here's no place for you ; pray you, At his house this night.
avoid : come. Cor.
Which is his house, 'beseech you? Cor. Follow your function, go! Cit. This, here, before you.
And batten 2 on cold bits. (Pushes him away. Cor.
Thank you, sir ; farewell. 3 Serv. What, will you not? Prythee, tell my
[Erit Citizen. master what a strange guest he has here. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, 2 Sery. And I shall.
[Exit. Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
3 Serv. Where dwellest thou.
3 Serv. Where's that? To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes,
Cor. l’the city of kites and crows. Whose passions and whose plots have broke their 3 Serv. l' the city of kites and crows? - What an sleep
ass it is! - Then thou dwellest with daws too ? To take the one the other, by some chance,
Cor. No, I serve not thy master. Sume trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my And interjoin their issues.
So with me:
master? My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
Cor. Thou prat'st, and prat'st ; serve with thy This enemy town. — I'll enter: if he slay me,
trencher, hence! [Beats him away He does fair justice: if he give me way, I'll do his country service.
Enter AUFIDIUS, and the second Servant.
Auf. Where is this fellow? SCENE V. - A Hall in Aufidius's House. 2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a
dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Musick within. Enter a Servant.
Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest thou? 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here!
Thy name? I think our fellows are asleep.
[Erit. Why speak’st not? Speak, man : What's thy name ?, 1 A small coin.
9 In pay.
If, Tullus, (Unmuffling. I love the maid I married ; never man Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Think me for the man I am, necessity
Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, Commands me name myself.
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Auf
What is thy name? Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
[Servants retire. We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn 7, And harsh in sound to thine.
Or lose mine arm fort: Thou hast beat me out Auf
Say, what's thy name? Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, We have been down together in my sleep, Thou show'st a noble vessel : What's thy name? Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown : Know'st thou And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius, me yet?
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Auf. I know thee not : Thy name?
Thou art hence banish'd, we would muster all
Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in,
You bless me, gods! Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt hare remains;
The leading of thine own revenges, take The cruelty and envy of the people,
The one half of my commission; and set down, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Thy country's strength and weakness, — thine own And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
To fright them, ere destroy. But come in :
And more a friend than e'er an enemy: Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Most A heart of wreak 4 in thee, that will revenge
welcome! Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
[Ereunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee 1 Serv. (Advancing. ] Here's a strange alteration! straight,
2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave That my revengeful services may prove
me, his clothes made a false report of him. As benefits to thee; for I will fight
1 Serv. What an arm he has ! He turned me Against my canker'd country with the spleen about with his finger and his thumb, as one would Of all the under 5 fiends. But if so be
set up a top. Thou dar’st not this, and that to prove more fortunes 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was Thou art tird, then, in a word, I also am
something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, meLonger to live most weary, and present
thought, - I cannot tell how to term it. My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice : I Serv. He had so: looking, as it were, - 'Would Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool; I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
than I could think. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn : He is simply And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
the rarest man i' the world. It be to do thee service.
1 Serv. I think, he is : but a greater soldier than Auf.
O Marcius, Marcius, he, you wot 9 one. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my 2 Serv. Who? my master ? heart
1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
2 Sery. Worth six of him. Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, I Serv. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, be the greater soldier. All noble Marcius. - O let me twine
2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to Mine arms about that body, where against
say that: for the defence of a town, our general is My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, excellent. And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip 6 1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too. The anvil of my sword; and do contest
Re-enter third Servant. As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you As ever in ambitious strength I did
rascals. Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
1, 2 Serv. What, what, what ? let's partake. 3 Memorial
3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; | Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had, I had as lieve be a condemned man.
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold 1, 2 Serv. Wherefore? wherefore?
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see 3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going our general, Caius Marcius.
About their functions friendly. 1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general ?
Enter MENENIUS. S Serv. I do not say, thwack our general ; but he was always good enough for him.
Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Me2 Serv. Come, we are fellows and friends : he
nenius? was ever too hard for him ; I have heard him say Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O, he is grown most kind so himself.
Of late. Hail, sir ! I Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say Men.
Hail to you both! the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, notched him like a carbonado.'
But with his friends: the commonwealth doth stand; 2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might And so would do, were he more angry at it. have broiled and eaten him too.
Men. All's well; and might have been much 1 Serv. But, more of thy news?
better, if 3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as He could have temporiz'd. if he were son and heir to Mars : set at upper end Sic.
Where is he, hear you? o' the table : no question asked him by any of the Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his wife senators, but they stand bald before him: Our Hear nothing from him. general himself makes a mistress of him ; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o' the
Enter three or four Citizens. eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news Cit. The gods preserve you both! is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one half Sic.
Good e'en, our neighbours. of what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by Bru. Good e'en to you all, good e'en to you all. the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll 1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our go, he says, and sowle ? the porter of Rome gates by
knees, the ears : He will mow down all before him, and Are bound to pray for you both. leave his passage polled. 3
Live and thrive! 2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coimagine.
riolanus 3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, Had lov'd you as we did. he has as many friends as enemies : which friends, Cit.
Now the gods keep you. sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir,) show them- Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt Citizens. selves (as we term it) his friends, whilst he's in Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, directitude.
Than when these fellows ran about the streets, 1 Serv. Directitude! what's that?
Crying, Confusion. 3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up Bru.
Caius Marcius was again, and the man in blood, they will out of their | A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, burrows, like rabbits after rain, and revel all with him. O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, 1 Serv. But when goes this forward ?
Self-loving, 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall Sic.
And affecting one sole throne, have the drum struck up this afternoon : 'tis, as it without assistance. 6 were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere Men.
I think not so. they wipe their lips.
Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, 2 Serv. Why then we shall have a stirring world If he had gone forth consul, found it so. again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, in- Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome crease tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
Sits safe and still without him. 1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; its sprightly, waking, audi
Enter Ædile. ble, and full of vent. 4 Peace is a very apoplexy,
Worthy tribunes, lethargy; mulled ", deaf, sleepy, insensible. There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, 2 Serv. 'Tis so.
Reports, — the Volces with two several powers 1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. Are enter'd in the Roman territories; 3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one
And with the deepest malice of the war another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see Destroy what lies before them. Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they Men.
'Tis Aufidius, are rising.
Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, Al. In, in, in, in.
(Exeunt. Thrusts forth his horns again into the world :
Which were inshell’d, when Marcius stood for Rome, SCENE VI. — Rome. A publick Place.
And durst not once peep out.
Come, what talk you
Of Marcius? Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him: Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. - It cannot His remedies are tame i' the present peace
be, And quietness o' the people, which before
The Volces dare break with us,
We have record, that very well it can ; 3 Cut clear. 4 Rumour, 5 Softened.
And three examples of the like have been
As Hercules Within my age. But reason with the fellow, Did shake down mellow fruit: You have made fair Before you punish him, where he heard this:
work! Lest you should chance to whip your information, Rru. But is this true, sir? And beat the messenger who bids beware
Ay; and you'll look pale Of what is to be dreaded.
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist,
Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
Your enemies, and his, find something in him.
Men. We are all undone, unless
Who shall ask it ? That turns their countenances.
The tribunes cannot do't for shame: the people Sic.
'Tis this slave; — Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes : — his raising! Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they Nothing but his report!
Should say, Be good to Rome, they charg’d him even Mess. Yes, worthy sir,
As those should do that had deserv'd his hate, The slave's report is seconded ; and more,
And therein show'd like enemies. More fearful is deliver'd.
'Tis true: Sic. What more fearful ?
If he were putting to my house the brand Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
That should consume it, I have not the face (How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius,
To say, 'Beseech you cease. — You have made fair Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome;
hands, And vows revenge as spacious, as between
You and your crafts ! you have crafted fair ! The young'st and oldest thing.
You have brought Sic.
This is most likely! | A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
Say not, we brought it.
Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like Men. This is unlikely:
beasts, He and Aufidius can no more atone 7,
And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusters, Than violentest contrariety.
Who did hoot him out o' the city.
But, I fear Mess. You are sent for to the senate :
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius
The second name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer :- Desperation
Is all the policy, strength, and defence, O'erborne their way, consum'd with fire, and took
That Rome can make against them.
Enter a Troop of Citizens.
Here come the cluster. Com. O, you have made good work!
And is Aufidius with him ? — You are they Men.
What news ? what news? That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, Your old and greasy caps, in hooting at and
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming ; To melt the city leads upon your pates ;
And not a hair upon a soldier's head, To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses ;
Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs, Men. What's the news? what's the news? As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
Com. Your temples burn'd in their cement; and And pay you for your voices. "Tis no matter ; Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd
If he could burn us all into one coal, Into an augre's bore.
We have deserv'd it. Men.
Pray now, your news ? Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news. You have made fair work, I fear me: - Pray, your
For mine own part, news?
When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. If Marcius should be join’d with Volscians,
2 Cit. And so did I. Сот. .
If! 3 Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so He is their god; he leads them like a thing did very many of us: That we did, we did for the Made by some other deity than nature,
best : and though we willingly consented to his That shapes man better : and they follow him, banishment, yet it was against our will. Against us brats, with no less confidence,
Com. You are goodly things, you voices ! Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
You have made Or butchers killing flies.
Good work, you and your cry! 9 - Shall us to the Men. You have made good work,
Capitol ? You, and your apron men; you that stood so much Com. O, ay; what else? (Ereunt Com. and Men. Upon the voice of occupations, and
Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd; The breath of garlick-eaters!
These are a side, that would be glad to have Com.
He will shake This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home, Your Rome about your ears.
And show no sign of fear.
9 Pack; alluding to a pack of hounds.