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Soft as the parasite's silk, let him 'be made Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
Lart. Marcius, his name?
Com. Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time In praises sauc'd with lyes.
It should be look'd to: come.
SEreunt. Com. Too modest are you; More cruel to your good report, than grateful 10
SCENE X. To us that give you truly: by your patience,
The Camp of the Volces. If 'gainst yourself you be incens’d, we'll put you A flourish. Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius (Likeone that means his proper harm) in manacles, bloody, with two or three Soldiers. Then reason safely with you.—Therefore, be it Auf. The town is ta'en! known,
151 Sol. ”Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Auf. Condition! Wears this war's garland: in token of the which, I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, Being a Volce, be that I am.-Condition! With all his trim belonging; and, from this time, What good condition can a treaty find For what he did before Corioli, call him, 20 l’ the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, With all the applause and clamour of the host, I have fought with thee;so often hast thou beat me; Caius Marcius Coriolanus.-
And would'st do so, I think, should we encounter Bear the addition nobly ever!
As often as we eat.-By the elements, [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, Omnes. Caius Marcius Coriolanus !
125 He is mine, or I am his : Mine emulation Cor. I will go wash;
Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where And when my face is fair, you shall perceive I thought to crush him in an equal force, Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank you :- Truesword to sword, I'll potch at him some way; I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, Or wrath, or craft, may get him. To undercrest your good addition”,
301 Sol. He's the devil.
[poison'd, *To the fairness of my power'.
Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My valour's Com. So, to our tent:
With only suffering stain by him; for him Where, ere we do repose us, we will write Shall flie out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary, To Rome of our success.--You, Titus Lartius, Being naked, sick; nor fane, nor capitol, Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome 135 The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, The best, with whom we may articulate, Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up For their own good, and ours.
Their rotten privilege and custom ’gainst Lart. I shall, my lord.
My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it Cor. The gods begin to inock me. I that now At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg 40 Against the hospitable canon, would I [city; Of my lord general.
Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the Coin. Take it: 'tis yours.—What is't? Learn how 'tis held; and what they are, that must Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,
Be hostages for Rome. At a poor man's house; he us’d me kindly: Sol. Will not you go? He cry'd to me; I saw him prisoner;
45 Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: But then Aufidius was within my view,
pray you, And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you IS'Tis south the city mills) bring me word thither To give my poor host freedom.
How the world goes; that to the pace of it Com. O, well begg'd!
I may spur on my journey. Were he the butcher of my son, he should 1501 sol. I shall, sir.
* Him for it. The personal him is not unfrequently used by our author, and other writers of his age instead of it, the neuter. ? A phrase from heraldry, signitying, that he would endeavour to suppor his good opinion of him. ' i.e. in proportion equal to my power. * i.e. the chief men of Corioli. 'i.e. enter into articles, • Potch is a word used in the midland counties for a rough, violent pusle ! Embarquements mean not only an embarkation, but an embargoing, or impediment, i.e. expected
converses more with the buttock of the night, Rome.
than with the forehead of the morning?, What
I think, I utter; and spend my malice in my Enter Menenius, with Sicinius, and Brutus.
breath: Meeting two such wealsmen as you are, Men. THE augurer tells me, we shall have 5 (I cannot call you Lycurgusses) if the drink you news to-night.
give me, touch my palate adversely, I make a Bru. Good, or bad?
crooked face at it. I can't say, your worships have Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, deliver'd the matter well
, when I find the ass in for they love not Marcius.
compound with the major part of your syllables; Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. 10 and though I must be content to bear with those Mon. Pray you, who does the wolf love? that say you are reverend grave men; yet they lye Sic. The lamb.
deadly, that tell you you have good faces. If you Alen. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry ple- see this in the map of my microcosm, follows it, beians would the noble Marcius.
that I am known well enough too? What harm Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. 15 can your bisson conspectuities glean out of this
Men. He's a bear indeed that lives like a lamb. character, if I be known well enough too? You two are old men; tell me one thing that I Bru.Come, sir, come, we know you well enough, shall ask you.
Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor Both. Well, sir.
any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that|20 caps and legs: you wear out a good wholesome you two have not in abundance?
forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orangeBru. He's poor in no one fault, but stor'd with wife and a fasset-seller; and then rejourn the conall.
troversy of three-pence to a second day of audiSic. Especially, in pride,
ence. When you are bearing a matter between Bru. And topping all others in boasting. 25 party and party, if you chance to be pinch'd with
Mlen. This is strange now: Do you two know the cholic, you make faces like mummers: set up how you are censur'd here in the city, I mean of the bloody flag against all patience ", and, in roarus o' the right-hand file? Do you?
ing for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy Bru. Why, how are we censur'd?
bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing : Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will 30 all the peace you make in their cause, is, calling you not be angry?
both the parties knaves; you are a pair of strange Bcth. Well, well, sir, well.
Níen. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to little thief of occasion will rob
deal be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necesof patience; give your dispositions the reins, 35 sary bencher in the Capitol. and be angry at your pleasures; at the least, if 11en. Our very priests must become mockers, you take it as a pleasure to you, in being so. if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as You blame Marcius for being proud?
you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, Bru. We do it not alone, sir.
it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for 40 your beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as your helps are many; or else your actions would to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entomb'd in grow wondrous single: your abilities are too in- an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, fant-like, for doing much alone. You talk of Marciuis is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is pride: Oh, that you could turn youreyes towards worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion ; the napes of your necks', and make but an inte- 45 though, peradventure, some of the best of them riorsurvey of your good selves! O, that you could! were hereditary hangmen. Good-e'en to your Bru. What then, sir?
worships: more of your conversation would inMen. Why, then you should discover a brace fect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly of as unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, plebeians : I will be bold to take my leaye of you, (aliàs, fools) as any in Rome.
501 Enier Volumnia, Virgilia, ani l'aleria. Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. How now, my fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, Men. I am known to be a humourous patrician, were she earthly, no nobler) whither do you
foland cne that loves a cup of hot wine with not a low your eyes so fast? drop of allaying Tiber in't; said to be soinething Vól. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius imperfect, in favouring the first complaint; hasty, 55 approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go. and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion: one that Mien. Ha! Marcius coming home?
· Alluding to the fable, which says, that every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him, in which he stows his own. ? Rather a late lies-down than an early riser. Si. e. blệnd. : i. e. declare war against patience,
Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with 'most He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; prosperous approbation.
Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Men. Take iny cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee: Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die. -Hoo! Marcius coming home! Both. Nay, 'tis true.
5 A Senate. Trumpets srund. Enter Cominius the Vol. Look, bere's a letter from him; the state
General, and Titus tartius; between them, Cohath another, his wife another; and, I think,
riolanus, crown'd with an oaken garland; witke there's one at home for you.
Captains and Soldiers, and a Herald. Men. I will make my very house reel to-night :
Her.Know,Rome,that all alone Marcius did fight -A letter for me?
10 Within Corioli' gates: where he hath won, Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I
With fame, a name to Caius Marcius ; these saw it.
In honour follows, Coriolanus :Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate of
Welcome to Rome, renown'd Coriolanus ! seven years' health; in which time, I will make
[Sound. Flourisk, a lip at the physician: the most sovereign pre- 15
All. Welcome to Rome, renown'd Coriolanus ! scription in Galen is but empyric qutique, and, Cor. No more of this, it does offend iny heart, to this preservative, of no better report than a Pray now, no more. horse-drench. Is he not wounded? he was wont Com. Look, sir, your mother,to come home wounded.
Cor. O! Vir. O, no, no, no.
20 You have, I know, petition'd all the gods Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. For my prosperity.
Men. So do I too, if it be not too inuch :- Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up; Brings 'a victory in his pocket?- The wounds My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and become hiin.
By deed-atchieving honour newly nam’d, Vol. On's brows, Menenius; he comes the 25 What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee? third time home with the oaken garland.
But O, thy wise
Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come coffin'd ther, but Auhdius got off.
home, Men. And it was time for him too, I'll warrant|30 That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah, my dear, him that: an' he had staid by him, I would not Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, have been so fidius'd for all the chests in Corioli, And niothers that lack sons. and the gold that's in them. Is the senate pos
Nien. Now the gods crown thee! sess'd' of this?
Cor. And live you yet? O my sweet lady, parVol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the 35
[To Valeria. senate has letters from the general, wherein he
Vol. I know not where to turn :-0, welcome gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath
fall. in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. And welcome, general;—And you are welcome
Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke Men. A hundred thousand welcomes : I could of him.
[come: Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not And I could laugh; I am light and heavy. Welwithout his true purchasing.
A curse begin at very root of 's heart, Vir. The gods grant them true!
That is not glad to see thee! You are three, Vol. True? pow, wow.
That Rome should dote on: yet by the faith of Men. True?" I'll be sworn they are true';-45
[will not Where is he wounded ?-God save your good We have some old crab-trees here at home, that worships ! [To the Tribunes.] Marcius is coming | Ве grated to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors: horne: he has more cause to be proud. Where We call a nettle, but a nettle; and is he wounded ?
The faults of fools but folly. Vol. I'the shoulder, and i' the left arm: There 50 Com. Ever right. will be large cicatrices to shew the people, when Cor. Menenius, ever, ever, he shall stand for his place. He receiv’d, in the Her. Give way there, and go on. repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i' the body. Cor. Your hand, and yours: Men. One i’ the neck, and one too i' the thigh:
[To his Wife and Mother. There's nine that I know.
55 Ere in our own house I do shade my head, Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenty- The good patricians must be visited; fire wounds upon him.
From whom I have receiv'd not only greeting, Men. Now 'tis twenty-seven: every gash was But with them change of honours, an enemy's grave: Hark, the trumpets.
Vol. I have liv'd (A shout, and flourish. 60 To see iyherited my very wishes, Vol. These are th' ushers of Marcius: before him And the buildings of my fancy:
* i. e. informed. ? i. e. according to Mr. Steevens, “ Thou whose silent tears are more eloquent und grateful to me, than the clamorous applause of the rest,"
Only Only there's one thing wanting, which I doubt! He still hath held them; that, to his power, he But our Rome will cast upon thee. [not,
(and Cor. Know, good mother,
Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, I had rather be their servant in my way,
Disproperty'd their freedoms: holding them, Than sway with them in theirs.
5 In human action and capacity, Com. On, to the Capitol. (Flourish. Cornets. Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world,
(Exeunt in state, as before. Than camels in their war: whohavetheirprovender Brutus and Sicinius come forward. Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared |For sinking under them. sights
10 Sic. This, as you say, suggested Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse At some time when his soaring insolence Into a rapture' lets her baby cry,
Shall reach the people,(which time shall not want, While she chats him : the kitchen-malkin' pins If he be put upon't; and that's as easy, Her richest lockrain' 'bout her reeky neck, As to set dogs on sheep) will be the fire Clambering the walls to eye him : Stails, bulks, 15 To kindle their dry stubble ; and their blazę windows,
Shall darken him tor ever. Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
Enter a Messenger. With variable complexions; all agreeing
Bru. What's the matter? [thought, In earnestness to see him : seld-shown Hamens Mess. You are sent for to the Capitol.
Tis Do press among the popular throngs, and puff 20 That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen To win a vulgar station : our veil'd dames The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind Commit the war of white and damask, in To hear him speak: Matrons flung gloves, Their nicely gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs, Of Phæbus' burning kisses : such a pother, (pon himn as he pass’d: the nobles bended, As if that whatsoever god, who leads him', 25 As to Jove's statue; and the commons made Were slily crept into his human powers, A shower, and thunder, with their caps, and And gave him graceful posture.
I never saw the like.
(shouts : Sic. On the sudden,
Bru. Let's to the Capitol; I warrant him consul.
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time, Bru. Then our office may,
130 But hearts for the event. During his power, go sleep.
Sic. Have with you.
[Exeunt. Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours From where he should begin, and end; but will
SCENE II. Lose those he hath won.
The Capitol. Bru. In that there's comfort.
135 En'er iro Officers, to lay cushions. Sic. Doubt not,
1 017. Come, come, they are almost here: How The commoners, for whom we stand, but they, many stand for consulships ? Upon their ancient malice, will forget,
: Three, they say: but'tis thought of every With the least cause, these his new honours; which one, Coriolanus will carry it. That he will give them, make I as little question 40 1 0ff. That's a brave fellow; but he's venAs he is proud to do't.
geance proud, and loves not the common people. Bru. I heard him swear,
2018. Faith, there have been many great men Were he to stand for consul, never would hc that have fatter'd the people, who ne'er lov'd Appear i' the market-place, nor on him put them; and there be many that they have lov’d, The napless vesture of humility:
45 they know not wherefore: so that, if they love Nor shewing (as the manner is) his wounds they know not why, they hate upon no better a To the people, beg their stinking breaths. ground: Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to Sic. 'Tis right.
care whether they love, or hate him, manifests Bru. It was his word: 0, he would miss it, rather the true knowledge he has in their disposition ; Than carry it, but by the suit o' the gentry to him, 50 and, out of his noble carelessness, lets them And the desire of the nobles.
plainly see't. Sic. I wish no better,
· 1 of. If he did not care whether he had their Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it love or no, he wav'd indifferently, 'twixt doing In execution.
them neither good, nor harın; but he seeks their Bru. 'Tis most like, he will.
55 hate with greater devotion than they can render Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good will's, lit him; and leaves nothing undone, that may A sure destruction.
|fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem Bru. So it must fall out
to aifect the malice and displeasure of the people, To him, or our authorities. For an end, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them We must suggest the people, in what hatred 160 for their love
Rapture was a common term at that time used for a fit simply. ? A kind of mop made of clouts for the use of sweeping ovens: thence a dirty wench.-Maukin in some parts of England signifies a figure of clouts set up to fright birds in gardens ; a scarecrow. 3 Lockram was some kind of cheap linen. * i. e. priests who seldom exhibit themselves to public view.–Seld is often used by ancient writers for seldom. Si. e. as if that god who leads him, whatsoever god he be.
2 Off. He hath deserved worthily of his country: Than hear say how I got them. And his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, Bru. Sir, I hope, who have been supple and courteous to the people; My words dis-bench'd you
not? bonneted', without any further deed to heave Cor. No, sir: yet oft, them at all into their estimation and report: but 5 When blows have made me stay, I fledfromwords. he hath so planted bis honours in their eyes, You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not : But, yout and his actions in their hearts, that for their
people, tongues to be silent, and not confess so much, I love them as they weigh. were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report other- Men. Pray now, sit down.
[sun, wise, were a malice, that, giving itself the lye, 10 Cor. I had rather have one scratch my head the would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear When the alarum was struck, than idly sit that heard it.
To hear my nothings monster'd. [Exit Coriolanus. 107. No more of him; he is a worthy man: Men. Masters o' the people, Make way, they are coming.
Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter, A Senate. Enter the Patriciuns, and the Tribunes of|15|(That's thousand to one good one) when you now the people, Lictors before them; Coriolanus, Me
see, neilius, Cominius the Consul: Sicinius and Bru- He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, tus, us Tribunes, take their places by themselves. Then one of his cars to hear it?- Proceed, Co. Men. Having determin’d of the Volces, and
minius. To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
120 Com. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus As the main point of this our after-meeting, Should not be utter'd feebly.---It is held, To gratify his noble service, that [you, That valour is the chiefest virtue, and Hath thrus stood for his country: Therefore, please Mest dignifies the haver; if it be, Most reverend and grave elders, to desire The man I speak of cannot in the world The present consul, and last general
25 Be singly counterpois'd. At sixteen years, In our well-found successes, to report
When l'arquin made a head for Rome, he fought A little of that worthy work perform’d
Beyond the mark of others : our then dictator, By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom
Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight, We meet here, both to thank, and to remember When with his Amazonian * chin he drove With honours like hiinself.
|30 The bristled lips before him: he bestrid 1 Sen. Speak, good Cominius :
An o'er-prest Roman, and i’ the consul's view Leave nothing out for length; and make us think, Slew three opposers; Tarquin's self he met, Rather our state's defective for requital, And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats, Than weto stretch it out.-Masters o'the people, When he might act the woman in the scene, We do request your kindest ear; and, after, 35 He prov'd best man i’ the field, and for his meed Your loving motion toward the common body, Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age To yield what passes here.
Man enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea; Sic. We are convented
And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since, Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts He lurch'd all swords o'the garland. For this last, Inclinable to honour and advance
40 Before and in Corioli, let me say, The theme of our assembly.
I cannot speak him home: He stopt the fliers; Bru. Which the rather
And, by his rare example, made the coward We shall be blest to do, if he remember Turn terror into sport: as waves before A kinder value of he people, than
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd, [stamp) He hath hereto priz'd tliem at.
45 And fell below his stem: his sword (death's Men. That's off, that's off? ;
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot I would you rather had been silent: Please you He was a thing of blood, whose every motion To hear Cominius speak?
Was tim’d with dying cries : alone he enter'd Bru. Most willingly;
The mortal gate o' the city, which he painted But yet my caution was more pertinent, 50 With shunless destiny; aidless came off, Than the rebuke you give it.
And with a sudden re-inforcement struck Men. He loves your people;
Corioli, like a planet : Now all's his: But tye him not to be their bed-fellow.- When by-and-by the din of war gan pierce Worthy Cominius, speak.-Nay, keep your place. His ready sense then straight his doubled spirit
(Coriolanus rises, and offers to go arvay. 55 Re-quicken’d what in flesh was fatigate, i Sen. Sit, Coriolanus: never shame to hear And to the battle came he; where he did What you have nobly done.
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if Cor. Your honours' pardon;
"Twere a perpetual spoil: and, 'till we called I had rather have my wounds to heal again, Both field and city ours, he never stood ! Bonneter, Fr. is, to pull off one's cap. ?j.e. that is nothing to the purpose.
3i. e. raised a power to recover Rome.
* i.e. his chin on which there was no beard. 5 The parts of women were, in Shakspeare's time, represented by the most smooth-faced young men to be found among the players. i. e. the gate was made the scene of death.