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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.
S CE N E III. Trumpets sound. Enter Cominius the General, and
Titus Lartius; between them Coriolanus crown'd with an oaken garland, with Captains and soldiers, and a berald.
Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight Within Corioli's gates, where he hath won, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius, Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !
[Sound. Flourish. All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Cor. No more of this. It does offend
It does offend my heart. Pray, now, no more.
Com. Look, Sir, your mother,
Cor. 3 My gracious silence, hail !
? Which leing advanc'd, de- to proceed from reserve or ful
clines - ] Volunnia, in her lenness, but to be the effe&t of a boasting strain, says, that her virtuous mind poffeffing itself in fon, to kill his enemy, has no- peace. The exprellion is exthing to do but to lift his hand tremely sublime; and the sense up and let it fall.
of it conveys the finelt praise that i My gracisus filence, buil! ] can be given to a good woman. The epithet to silence thews it not
Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come coffin'd
Men. Now the Gods crown thee!
[:10 Valeria. Vol. I know not where to turn. O welcome home; And welcome, General ! and y'are welcome all.
Men. A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep,
Com. Ever right.
Cor. Your hand, and yours.
Vol. I have lived,
4 But, with them, Change of cold the plain truth, and con
honours. ] So all the Edi- fessed that it communicated none tions read. But Mr. Theobald at all to him: However it has a has ventured (as he expreffes it) very good one in itself; and figto fubftitute, charge. For change, nifies variety of honours; as he thinks, is a very poor exp;ef- change of rayment, amongst the fon, and communicates but a very writers of ihat time, fignised He had better have variety of rajment.
And the buildings of my fancy; only there's one thing
wanting, Which, I doubt nat, but our Rome will caft upon thee.
Cor. Know, good Mother, I Had rather be their servant in my way, Than fway with them in theirs. Com. On, to the Capitol. [Flourish. Cornets.
[Exeunt in State, as before.
c N E IV. Brutus, and Sicinius, come forward. Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared
sights Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling nurse slñto a rapture lets her Baby cry, While she chats him ; the kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Clambring the walls to eye him. Stalls, bulks, win
dows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing In earnestness to see him; feld-shown Flamins Do press among the popular throngs, and puff To win a vulgar station; our veil'd dames • Commit the War of white and damask, in
s Into a rapture-) Rapture, We should read, a common term at that time used -the WARE of white ens for a fit, fimply. So, to be rap'd damakfignified, so be in a fit. WARB. i.e. the commodity, the mer. • Commit sbe War of white chandise. WARBURTON. and damask, in
Has the commentator never Th.ir nicely gawded cheeks,-) heard of roses contending with This commixture of white and lillies for the empire of a lady's red could not, by any figure of cheek? The opposition of colours, speech, be called a war, because though not the commixturi, may it is the agreement and union of be called a war. the colours that make the beauty.
Their nicely gawded cheeks, to th’ wanton spoil
Sic. On the sudden,
Bru. Then our Office may, During his Power, go sleep.
Sic. He cannot temp’rately transport his honours, 7 From where he should begin and end, but will Lose those he hath won.
Bru. In That there's comfort.
Sic. Doubt not,
Bru. I heard him swear,
Sic. 'Tis right.
Bru. It was his word. Oh, he would miss it, rather Than carry it, but by the suit o'th' Gentry, And the desire o'th' Nobles.
Sic. I wish no better,
As if that whatever God] 8 As he is PROUD to do't.) I That is, as if that God who leads should rather think the author him, what forver God he be. wrote PRONE : because the com7 From where he frould begin mon reading is scarce fense or
and end, — Perhaps it En lish. WARBURTON. should be read,
Proud to do, is the same as, From whire he should legin t'an froud of doing, very plain sense, end,
very common English. Vol. VI.
Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it
Bru. 'Tis most like, he will.
Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good will's,
Bru. So it must fall out
Sic. This, as you say, suggested
Enter a Messenger. Bru. What's the matter?
Mes. You're fent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought, That Marcius shall be Consul; I have seen The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind To hear him speak; the Matrons Aung their gloves, Ladies and Maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs, Upon him as he pass’d; the Nobles bended, As to Jove's Statue; and the Commons made A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts : I never saw the like. Bru. Let's co the Capitol,