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ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may Great cause to give great thanks.
Sic. We will meet them,
[Going alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is differency between a grub, Enter the Ladies, accompanied by SENATORS, and a butterfly.; yet your butterfly was a grub.
PATRICIANS, and People. They pass over the This Marcius is grown from man to dragon:
Stage. he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing. 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Rome : Men. So did he me: and he no more re- Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, members his mother now, than an eight year | And make triumphant fires ; strew flowers bé. old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe
fore them : grapes. When he walks, he moves like an en- Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, gine, and the ground shrinks before his tread- Repeal* him with the welcome of his mother; ing.' He is able to pierce a corslet with his Cry,- Welcome, ladies, welcome! eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a bat- AU. Welcome, ladies! tery. He sits in his state,t as a thing made for Welcome! Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished
[A flourish with Drums and Trumpeis. with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god
[Exeunt. but eternity, and a beaven to throne in. Sic. Yes, mercy, ( you report bom boals:
SCEYE 6 - Anticom. -A Pobdic Pinet. Men. I paint him in the character. Mark Enter Tullus AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. what mercy his mother shall bring from him : There is no more mercy in him, than there is Deliver them this paper: having read it,
Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: milk in a male tiger ; that shall our poor city Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, find : and all this is 'long of you. Sic. The gods be good unto us!
Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be the city portst by this hath enter’d, and
Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, good unto us. When we banished him, we intends to appear before the people, hoping respected not them: and, he returning to break To purge himself with words: Despatch. vur necks, they respect not us.
[Exeunt Attendants. Enter a MESSENGER.
Enter Three or Four CONSPIRATORS of AUPIDIUS' Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your
Most welcome! The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,
1 Con. How is it with our general ? And hale him up and down; all swearing, if
Auf. Even so,
And with his charity slain.
2 Con. Most noble Sir,
If you do hold the same intent wherein
You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell; The Volces are dislodg’d, and Marcius gone: We must proceed, as we do find the people A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
whilst Sic. Friend, Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain ? Makes the survivor heir of all.
'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of
(either Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire:
Auf. I know it; Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt And my pretext to strike at him admits of it?
Stide, A good construction. I rais’d him, and I Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown As the recomforted through the gates. Why, Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heigh
(ten'd, hark you;
Hewater'd his new plants with dews of flattery, [Trumpets und Hautboys sounded, and Drums Seducing so my friends : and, to this end,
veaten, all together. Shouting also within. He bow'd his nature, never known before The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,
But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
[Shouting again. By lack of stooping, Men. This is good news:
Auf. That I would have spoke of: I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Being banish'd for't he came unto my hearth; Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
Presented to my knife his throat: I took him; A city full: of tribunes, such as you, [day; Made him joint-servant with me; gave him A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to
way This morning, for ten thousand of your throats In all his own desires; nay, let him choose I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! | Out of
my files, his projects to accomplish, Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tid: My best and freshest men; serv'd his designings: next,
In mine own person ; holpt to reap the fame, Accept my thankfulness.
Which he did end all his ; and took some pride Mess. Sir, we have all
To do myself this wrong: till, at the last. &zy but for it. + Chair of state. 1 To resemble.
* Recall. + Gates. | Helped
I seem'd his follower, not partner; and
Cor. Traitor!-How now? He wag'd me with his countenance,* as if Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius. I had been mercenary.
Cor. Marcius! I Con. So he did, my lord:
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost The army marvell’d at it. And, in the last,
thou think When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stolo For no less spoil, than glory,Auf. There was it;
Coriolanus in Corioli ?For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously him.
He has betray'd your business, and given up At a few drops of women's rheum,t which are For certain drops of salt,* your city Rome As cheap as sies, he sold the blood and labour (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother: Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, Breaking his oath and resolution, like And I'NI renew me in his fall. But, hark ! A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
[Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears shouts of the People.
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory; 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart post,
Look'd wondering each at other. And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars? Splitting the air with noise.
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,2 Con. And patient fools,
Cor. Ha! Whose children he hath slain, their base throats Auf. No more.t tear,
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my With giving him glory.
heart 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage,
Too great for what contains it. Boy! () Ere he express himself, or move the people
slave!With what he would say, let him feel your Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever sword,
I was forc'á to scold. Your judgements, my Which we will second. When he lies along,
grave lords, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion His reasons with his body.
(Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that Auf. Say no more ;
must bear Here comes the lords.
My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust
The lie unto him.
1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Lords. You are most welcome home.
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; inen and Auf. I have not deserv'd it,
lads, But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False What I have written to you?
hound ! Lords. We have.
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.
That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Auf. Why, noble lords,
Which was your shame, by this unholy brag. With our own charge;t making a treaty, where
gart, There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. 'Fore your own eyes and ears? Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. Con. Let him die for't. (Seceral speak at oncs
Cit. [Speaking promiscuously:) Tear him to Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours ; a pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;Croud of CITIZENS with him.
my daughter;-He killed my cousin Marcus; Cor. Hail, lords ! I am returned your sol. - He killed my father.dier;
2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage; peace. No more infected with my country's love, The man is noble, and his fame folds in Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us Under your great command. You are to know, Shall have judiciousş hearing.–Stand, AufThat prosperously I have attempted, and
And trouble not the peace.
[dius, With bloody passage, led your wars, even to Cor. O, that I had him, The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, home,
To use my lawful sword!
[AUFIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS druw, and With no less honour to the Antiates,
kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS Than shame to the Romans: And we here de- stands on him. liver,
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians, Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. Together with the seal o'the senate, what
1 Lord. () Tullus,We have compounded on.
2 Lord. Tho!ı hast done a deed whereat val. Auf. Read it not, noble lords;
our will weep. But tell the traitor, in the highest degree 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, He hath abus'd your powers.
Put up your swords.
* Drops of tears. # No more than a boy of trane | Feople of Antium,
His fame overspreads the world. Judicial
Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in 2 Lord. His own impatience this rage,
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great dan- Let's make the best of it. ger
Auf. My rage is gone, Which this man's lise did owe you, you'll re- And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: joice
Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
Trail your steel pikes.-Though in this city he Myself your loyal servans, or endure
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, Your beaviest censure.
Which to this hour bewail the injury, 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,
Yet he shall have a noble memory." And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Assist. (Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLAAs the most 'noble corse, that ever herald
NUS. A dead March sounded, Did follow to his wrn,
Cinna, a Poet,- Another Poet. OCTAVIUS CESAR, 2.
Triumvirs, after the LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young Cato, MARCUS ANTONIUS,
Death of Julius and VOLUMNIUS, Friends to Brutus and M. ÆMIL. LEPIDUS, S Cesar.
Cassius. CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators. VARRO, Clitus, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, MARCUS BRUTUS,
DARDANIUS, Servants to Brutus.
PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius.
Conspirators against CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cesar.
Julius Cesar, Portia, Wife to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.
SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Phi. A SOOTHSAYER.
they are in great danger, I recover them. As
proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, SCENE I.-Rome.-A Street.
have gone upon my handy-work. Enter Flavius, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of
Flav But wherefore art not in thy shop toCITIZENS.
Why dost thou lead these men about the Flar. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wcar out their shoes, to you home;
get myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, Is this a holiday? What! know you not, we make holiday to see Cesar, and to rejoice Being mechanical, you ought not walk, in his triumph. Upon a labouring day, without the sign Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest Of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art brings he home? thou?
What tributaries follow him to Rome, 1 Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy You blocks, you stones, you worse than sense. rule?
less things! What dost thou with thy best apparel on? O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, You, Sir; what trade are you?
Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine work. Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, man, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me Your infants in your arms, and there have sat directly.
The live-long day, with patient expectation, 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, And when you saw his chariot but appear, a mender of bad soals.
Have you not made a universal shout, Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, knave, what trade?
To hear the replication of your sounds, 2 Cil. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out Made in her concave shores? with me: yet, if you be out, Sir, I can mend And do you now put on your best attire ? you.
And do you now cull out a holiday? Mar. What meanest thou hy that? Mend And do you pow strew flowers in his way, me, thou Säucy fellow?
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? 2 Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art trou'
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, all that I live by is, with Pray to the gods to intermit the plague the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's mat- That needs must light on this ingratitude, ters, nor women's matters, but with ev. ! Flar. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;* Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I have not from our eyes
that gentleness, [Exeunt Citizens. And show of love, as was wont to have : See, whe'rt their basest metal be not mov'd; You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Over your friend that loves you. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; Bru. Cassius, This way will I: Disrobe the images, Be not deceivá: if I have veil'd my look, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. I turn the trouble of my countenance Mar. May we do so?
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Of late, with passions of some difference, Flav. It is no matter; let no images Conceptions only proper to myself, Be hung with Cesar's trophies. I'll about, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my beha And drive away the vulgar from the streets :
[griev'd; So do you too, where you perceive them thick. But let not therefore my good friends be These growing feathers pluck'd from Cesar's (Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) wing,
Nor construe any further my neglect, Will make him fly an ordinary pitcb; Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Who else would soar above the view of men, Forgets the shows of love to other men. And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook (Exeunt.
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath SCENE 11.—The same.- A public Place.
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; AN. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
TONY, for the course ; CALPHURNIA, Portia, Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itsell,
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Casca. Peace, hó! Cesar speaks.
[Music ceases. Where many of the best respect in Rome,
That you might see your shadow. I nave heard, Ces. Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.
(Except immortal Cesar,) speaking of Brutus, Ces. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. When he doth run his course. —Antonius.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Ant. Cesar, my lord.
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to
hear: Ant. I shall remember: When Cesar says, Do this, it is perform’d.
And, since you know you cannot see yourself Ces. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
[Music. That of yourself which you yet know not of. Sooth. Cesar.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
Were I a common laugher, or did use
[Music ceuses. To every new protester; if you know Ces. Who is it in the press,l that calls on That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
[Flourish and shout.
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides the people
of March, Ces. Set him before me, let me see his face. Choose Cesar for their king. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look Then must I think you would not have it so:
Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Ces. What say'st thou to me now? Speak
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me?
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,
The name of honour more than I fear death. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some As
well as I do know your outward favour.
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus. Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. (part | Well, honour is the subject of my story.* Rank. + Whether.
I cannot tell, what you and other men Honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.
Think of this life; but, for my single self, A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia. $ Flourish of instrunents. * The nature of your feelings.