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Sic. This is most likely!
Com. You have brought
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
Good Marcius home again.
So incapable of help.
Sic. The very trick on't.
Men. This is unlikely:
He and Aufidius can no more atone,*
Than violentest contrariety.
Enter another MESSENGER.
Mess. You are sent for to the senate:
Com. O, you have made good work!
To melt the city leads upon your pates;
Men. What's the news? what's the news? Com. Your temples burn'd in their cement; and
Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd Into an augre's bore.t
Men. Pray now, your news?
You have made fair work, I fear me :-Pray, your news?
If Marcius should be join'd with Volcians,-
He is their god; he leads them like a thing
Men. You have made good work,
Com. He will shake
Your Rome about your ears.
Men. As Hercules
Tri. Say not, we brought it.
Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like beasts,
And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusWho did hoot him out o'the city.
Com. But, I fear,
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
Enter a Troop of CITIZENS.
Men. Here come the clusters.And is Aufidius with him?-You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you
Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at
As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. 2 Cit. And so did I.
3 Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very many of us: That we did, we did ed to his banishment, yet it was against our for the best: and though we willingly consent
Com. You are goodly things, you voices!
Good work, you and your cry!*-Shall us to the Capitol?
Com. O, ay; what else?
[Exeunt Coм. and MEN, Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd;
Did shake down mellow fruit: You have made These are a side, that would be glad to have
Bru. But is this true, Sir?
Com. Ay; and you'll look pale 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
The noble man have mercy.
Com. Who shall ask it?
The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
This true, which they so seem to fear. Go And show no sign of fear.
[home, 1 Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. I ever said, we were i'the wrong, when we banished him. 2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. [Exeunt CITIZENS. Bru. I do not like this news. Sic. Nor I.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol-Would, half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie!
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, [state; And shows good husbandry for the Volcian Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon As draw his sword: yet he hath left undone That, which shall break his neck, or hazard Whene'er we come to our account. [mine, Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?
Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits And the nobility of Rome are his : The senators, and patricians, love him too: The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to
As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
Even with the same austerity and garb
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
But what o'that? Go, you that banish'd him, A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coy'd To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. Com. He would not seem to know me. Men. Do you hear?
Com. Yet one time he did call me by my
I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
Men. Why, so; you have made good work: A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome, To make coals cheap: A noble memory !+
Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was less expected: He replied,
Could he say less?
Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard For his private friends: His answer to me was, He could not stay to pick them in a pile Of noisome, musty chaff: He said, 'twas folly, For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt, And still to nose the offence.
Men. For one poor grain
Or two? I am one of those; his mother, wife, His child, and this brave fellow too, we are the grains:
You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt Above the moon: We must be burnt for you. Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse
In this so never-heeded help, yet do not [you Upbraid us with our distress. But, sure, if Would be your country's pleader, your good
More than the instant army we can make,
Men. No; I'll not meddle.
Bru. Only make trial what your love can do For Rome towards Marcius.
Men. Well, and say that Marcius
But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
Must have that thanks from Rome, after the
As you intended well.
Men. I'll undertake it:
I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. He was not taken well; he had not din'd: The veins unfill'd, the blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd These pipes and these conveyances of our blood
With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him
Till he be dieted to my request,
Bru. You know the very road into his kindAnd cannot loose your way. [ness,
* Condescended unwillingly. +Harassed by exactions. + Memorial.
Men. Good faith, I'll prove him,
Of my success.
Com. He'll never hear him.
Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye
Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
Enter to them, MENENIUS.
1 G. Stay: Whence are you?
Men. You guard like men; 'tis well; But,
I am an officer of state, and come
To speak with Coriolanus.
1 G. From whence?
Men. From Rome.
would not speak with him till after dinner.
1 G. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in my your shield, think to front his revenges a violent popular ignorance, given your enenal palms of your daughters, or with the palwith the easy groans of old women, the virgiyou seem to be? Can you think to blow out sied intercession of such a decayed datant* as the intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would use me with estimation. 2 G. Come, my captain knows you not. Men. I mean, thy general.
1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go, fest I let forth your half pint of blood;-back,-that's the utmost of your having:-back.
Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,
Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.
Cor. What's the matter?
Men. Now, you companion,+ I'll say an errand for you; you shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall perceive that a Jack;
1 G. You may not pass, you must return: guardant cannot office me from my son Corio
Will no more hear from thence.
2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire before
You'll speak with Coriolanus.
Men. Good ny friends,
If you have neard your general talk of Rome,
1 G. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your
Men. I tell thee, fellow,
His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplified;
I have tumbled past the throw; and in his
I must have leave to pass.
1 G. 'Faith, Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back.
Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always factionary on the party of your general.
2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you say, you have,) I am one that, telling true under him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
lanus: guess, but by my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st not i'the state of hanging, or of some death more long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee.particular prosperity, and love thee no worse The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us; than thy old father Menenius does! O, my hardly moved to come to thee; but being aslook thee, here's water to quench it. I was sured, none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs; and tionary countrymen. The good gods assuage conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petithy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like a block, hath denied my access to thee.
Men. How! away?`
Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My
Are servanted to others: Though I owe
Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be
Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFID.
* Dotard, † Fellow, Jack in office.
1 G. Now, Sir, is your name Menenius. 2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: You know the way home again.
1 G. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back?
2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to
Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general: for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, you are so slight. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another. Let your general do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and your misery increase with your age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away! [Exit. 1 G. A noble fellow, I warrant him. 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken.
The first conditions, which they did refuse,
Will I lend ear to.-Ha! what shout is this?
Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affection!
All bond and privilege of nature, break!
And knew no other kin.
Vir. My lord and husband!
Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus Makes you think so.
Cor. Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Vol. O, stand up bless'd!
Cor. What is this?
Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
Vol. Thou art my warrior;
I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
Cor. The god of soldiers,
To shame unvulnerable, and stick i'the wars
Vol. Your knee, Sirrah.
Cor. That's my brave boy.
Are suitors to you.
Cor. I beseech you, peace:
Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
Vol. O, no more, no more!
[request? Hear nought from Rome in private.-Your Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment,
And state of bodies would bewray; what life We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself,
How more unfortunate than all living women Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Are we come hither: since that thy sight which
A young goose.
+ Gust, storm.
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance | Like one i'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy; [life When she (poor hen!) fond of no second brood,
Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow;
Making thy mother, wife, and child, to see
Our comfort in the country. We must find
With manacles thorough our streets, or else
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts,
Vir. Ay, and on mine,
Vol. Nay go not from us thus. If it were so, that our request did tend To save the Romans, thereby to destroy The Volces whom you serve, you might con
As poisonous of your honour: No; our suit Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volces May say, This mercy we have show'd; the Ro
The end of war's uncertain; but this certain,
Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
He cares not for your weeping.-Speak thou, Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more Than can our reasons.-There is no man in the world [prate More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me
Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, Loaden with honour. Say, my request's un
And spurn me back: But, if it be not so, Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee,
That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which To a mother's part belongs.-He turns away: Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees.
To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride,
This boy, that cannot tell what he would have,
Cor. O mother, mother!
[Holding VOLUMNIA by the Hands, silent. What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
Cor. I dare be sworn, you were:
[you, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray Stand to me in this cause.-O mother! wife! Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour
At difference in thee: out of that I'll work
[Aside. [The ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. Cor. Ay, by and by;
[To VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear
A better witness back than words, which we,
SCENE IV.-Rome.-A public Place.
Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS. Men. See you yond' coign o'the Capitol : yond' corner stone?
Sic. Why, what of that?
Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little unger, there is some hope the