Com. Hear me, my masters, and my com- Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. I have been consul, and can show from Rome, Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? As enemy to the people, and his country: Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath As reok o'the rotten fens, whose love I prize Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENE- [The People shout, and throw up their Caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; come: The gods preserve our noble tribunes!-Come. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The same.-Before a Gate of the City. Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, and several young PATRICIANS. [ther, Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell-the beast¶ With many heads butts me away.-Nay, moWhere is your ancient courage? you were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me Vir. O heavens! O heavens! Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish! [mother, Cor. What, what, what! I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, If you had been the wife of Hercules, Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius, Droop not; adieu :-Farewell, my wife! my mother! I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius, Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime general, I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hard'ning spectacles; tell these sad women, [well, 'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, Will, or exceed the common, or be caught Vol. My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius With thee a while: Determine on some course, More than a wild expostures to each chance, That starts i'the way before thee. Cor. O the gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee [us, Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of And we of thee; so, if the time thrust forth A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; And lose advantage, which doth ever cool I'the absence of the needer. Cor. Fare ye well:[full Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and My friends of noble touch, when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, Sic. Let's not meet her. Bru. Why? Sic. They say, she's mad. Bru. They have ta'en note of us: Keep on your way. | SCENE III-A highway between Rome and Antium. Enter a ROMAN and a VOLCE, meeting. Rom. I know yon well, Sir, and you know Vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague me: your name I think, is Adrian. o'the gods Requite your love! Men. Peace, peace; be not so loud. Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear, Nay, and you shall hear some.-Will you be gone? [To BRUTUS. Vir. You shall stay too: [To SICIN.] I would, I had the power To say so to my husband. Sic. Are you mankind? Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame?-Note but this fool. Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Than thou hast spoken words? Sic. O blessed heavens! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what;Yet go: Nay but thou shalt stay too:-I would my Vol. It is, so, Sir: truly, I have forgot you. Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against them: Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? No. Rom. The same, Sir. Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour* is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Kome? I have a note from the Volcian state, to find you out there: You have well saved me a day's journey. Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrection: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles. Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division. Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take all power from the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banished? Rom. Banished, Sir. Vol. You will be welcome with this intelli Good man, the wounds that he does bear for gence, Nicanor. Bru. Pray, let us go. Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone: Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country. Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home. Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tend You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, ing to the good of their adversaries. Have you hear this: Men. You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean Apparel, disguised with me? and muffled. Enter a CITIZEN. In puny battle slay me.-Save you, Sir. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech you? Cor. Thank you, Sir; farewell. [Exit CITIZEN. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast Music within. Enter a SERVANT. 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! I think our fellows are asleep. [Exit. Enter another SERVANT. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus! my master calls for him. Cotus! [Exit. Enter CORIOLANUS. Cor. A gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come. Cor. Follow your function, go! And batten* on cold bits. [Pushes him away. 3 Serv. Where dwellest thou? 3 Serv. Under the canopy? 3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. I'the city of kites and crows. [Exit. 3 Serv. I'the city of kites and crows?What an ass it is!-Then thou dwellest with daws too? Cor. No, I serve not thy master. 3 Serv. How, Sir! Do you meddle with my Enter AUFIDIUS and the second SERVANT. 2 Serv. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like name? Cor. If, Tullus, Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy Auf. What is thy name? [SERVANTS retire. Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells And harsh in sound to thine. well: but I Appear not like a guest. Re-enter the first SERVANT. 1 Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the door. Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainIn being Coriolanus.t Re-enter second SERVANT. [ment, 2 Serv. Away? Get you away. Cor. Now thou art troublesome. Auf. Say, what's thy name? torn, Thou show'st a noble vessel: What's thy Auf. I know thee not:-Thy name? To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, 2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you Which thou should'st bear me: only that name talked with anon. Enter a third SERVANT. The first meets him. 3 Serv. What fellow's this? 1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o'the house: Pr'ythee, call my master to him. 3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Serv. What are you? remains; The cruelty and envy of the people, Mistake me not, to save my life; for if I had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world * A small coin. + Having derived that name from Corioli. Fellows. * Feed. + Memorial. A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge maimst Of shame seen through thy country, speed And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am Auf. O, Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart [say, A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter The anvil of my sword; and do contest, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in, Cor. You bless me, gods! Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou The leading of thine own revenges, take own ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! [Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. 1 Serv. [Advancing.] Here's a strange altera tion! 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind him. gave me, his clothes made a false report of 1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top. 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there face, methought,-I cannot tell how to term it. was something in him: He had, Sir, a kind of 1 Serv. He had so: looking as it were, was more in him than I could think. 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i'the world. than he, you wot* one. 2 Serv. Who? my master? 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. 1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier. to say that: for the defence of a town, our 2 Serv. "Faith, look you, one cannot tell how general is excellent. 1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too. Re-enter third SERVANT. you rascals. 1.2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake. 1 Serv. Why do you say thwack our general? but he was always good enough for him. 3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; he was ever too hard for him; I have heard 2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: him say so himself. say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched 1 Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to him and notched him like a carbonado.t 2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broiled and eaten him too. 1 Serv. But, more of thy news? 3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upany of the senators, but they stand bald before per end o'the table: no question asked him by him: Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o'the eye to his discourse. But i'the middle, and but one half of what he was the bottom of the news is, our general is cut yesterday; for the other has half, by the enhe says, and sowle; the porter of Rome gates treaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, by the ears: He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polled.§ I can imagine. 3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, friends, Sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, Sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which Sir,) show themselves (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in directitude. 1 Serv. Directitude! what's that? 3 Serv. But when they shall see, Sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him. 1 Serv. But when goes this forward? 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcelt of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips. 2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed balladmakers. 1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy: mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than war's a destroyer of men. 2 Serv. 'Tis so: and as wars, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. 1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one an He could have temporiz'd. Sic. Where is he, hear you? Sic. Live, and thrive! Had lov'd you as we did. [Exeunt CITIZENS. Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Crying, Confusion. Bru. Caius Marcius was A worthy officer i'the war; but insolent, Sic. And affecting one sole throne, Men. I think not so. Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth consul, found it so. Sic. "Tis this slave ; Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-bis rais his wife Hear nothing from him. Enter Three or Four CITIZENS. Cit. The gods preserve you both! Bru. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you 1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both. Nothing but his report! Mess. Yes, worthy Sir, [ing! The slave's report is seconded, and more, Sic. What more fearful? Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, (How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius, Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome; And vows revenge as spacious, as between The young'st and oldest thing. |
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