1 Auf. Say no more, here come the Lords. All Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf. I have not deserv'd it. But, worthy Lords, have you with heed perus'd All. We have. 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. What Faults he made before the laft, I think The benefit of our Levies, answering us With our own Charge, making a Treaty where Cor. Hail, Lords, I am return'd, your Soldier ; Than Shame to th' Romans: And we here deliver, Auf. Read it not, Noble Lords, But tell the Traitor in the highest degree Cor. Traitor!How now! Auf. Ay, Traitor, Martius. Cor. Martius! Auf. Ay, Martius, Caius Martius; doft thou think I'll grace thee with that Robbery, thy ftoln name Coriolanus in Coriolus ? You Lords and Head o'th' State, perfidiously He He has betray'd your Bufinefs, and given up,' Cor. Hear'ft thou, Mars? Auf. Name not the God, thou Boy of Tears. Auf. No more. Cor. Measurelefs Liar, thou haft made my Heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O Slave!--Pardon me, Lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to fcold. Your Judgments, my grave Lords, Who wears my ftripes impreft upon him, that I Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volfcies, Men and Lads, Auf. Why, Noble Lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind Fortune, Which was your Shame, by this unholy Braggart, 'Fore your own Eyes and Ears? All Con. Let him dye for't. All People. Tear him to pieces, do it préfently: He kill'd my Son, my Daughter, he kill'd my Coufin Marcus, he kill'd my Father. 2 Lord. Peace, hono outrage The Man is noble, and his Fame folds in -peace This Orb o'th' Earth; his laft Offences to us Cor. Cor. O that I had him, with fix Aufidinffes, or more; His Tribe; to use my lawful Sword Auf. Infolent Villain. All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [The Confpirators all draw, and kill Martius, who falls, and Aufidius ftands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My Noble Lords, hear me fpeak. I Lord. O, Tullus 2 Lord. Thou haft done a deed, whereat Valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him--Mafters all, be quiet, Put up your Swords. Auf. My Lords, When you fhall know (as in this Rage Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger My felf your Loyal Servant, or endure I Lord. Bear from hence his Body, And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded 2 Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame : Auf. My Rage is gone, And I am ftruck with Sorrow: Take him up: Yet he shall have a Noble memory. Affift. [Exeunt, bearing the Body of Martius. A dead March founded. |