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To allay my rages and revenges, with

Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses ; Your colder reasons.

Whose chronicle thus writ, - The man was noble, Vol.

O, no more, no more! But with his last attempt he wip'd it out ;
You have said, you will not grant us any thing; Destroy'd his country; and his name remains
For we have nothing else to ask, but that

To the ensuing age, abhorr’d. Speak to me, son: Which you deny already : Yet we will ask ; Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour, That, if you fail in our request, the blame

To imitate the graces of the gods; May hang upon your hardness; therefore hear us. To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air,

Cor. Aufidius, and you Volces, mark; for we'll And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt Hear nought from Rome in private. - Your re- That should but

rive an oak. Why dost not speak ? quest?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our rai- Still to remember wrongs ? — Daughter, speak you: ment,

He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy: And state of bodies would bewray what life Perhaps, thy childishness will move bim more We have led since thy exíle. Think with thyself, Than can our reasons. - There is no man in the How more unfortunate than all living women

world Are we come hither : since that thy sight, which More bound to his mother ; yet here he lets me should

prate, Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with Like one i' the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life comforts

Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy ; Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and When she, (poor hen !) fond of no second brood, sorrow;

Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, Making the mother, wife, and child, to see

Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, The son, the husband, and the father, tearing And spurn me back : But, if it be not so, His country's bowels out.

And to poor we, Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr’st us That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort To a mother's part belongs.

He turns away : That all but we enjoy: For how can we,

Down, ladies ; let us shame him with our knees. Alas! how can we for our country pray,

To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride, Whereto we are bound; together with thy victory, Than pity to our prayers. Down; An end : Whereto we are bound ? Alack! or we must lose This is the last; So we will home to Rome, The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person, And die among our neighbours. — Nay, behold us : Our comfort in the country. We must find This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, An evident calamity, though we had

But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, Our wish, which side should win: for either thou Does reason our petition with more strength Must, as a foreign recreant, be led

Than thou hast to deny't. — Come, let us go : With manacles thorough our streets, or else This fellow had a Volscian to his mother; Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin;

His wife is in Corioli, and his child And bear the palm, for having bravely shed

Like him by chance : - - Yet give us our despatch :) Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son, I am hush'd until our city be afire, I purpose not to wait on fortune, till

And then I'll speak a little. These wars determine : if I cannot persuade thee Cor.

O mother, mother! Rather to show a noble grace to both parts,

[Holding VOLUMNIA by the hands, silent. Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, March to assault thy country, than to tread The gods look down, and this unnatural scene (Trust to't, thou shalt not,) on thy mother's They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! womb,

You have won a happy victory to Rome :: That brought thee to this world.

But, for your son, - believe it, O, believe it, Vir.

Ay, and on mine, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name If not most mortal to him. But, let it come;Living to time.

Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, Boy.

He shall not tread on me; I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be,

A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius? . Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.

Auf. I was mov'd withal. I have sat too long.

[Rising. Cor.

I dare be sworn, you were : Nay, go not from us thus. And, sir, it is no little thing, to make If it were so, that our request did tend

Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, To save the Romans, thereby to destroy

What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part, The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn us, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you ; and pray you, As poisonous of your honour : No; our suit Stand to me in this cause. - - O mother! wife ! Is, that you reconcile them : while the Volces Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy May say, This mercy we have show'd ; the Romans,

honour This we receiv'd; and each in either side

At difference in thee: out of that I'll work Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, Be bless'd Myself a former fortune.

[ Aside For making up this peace! Thou know'st, great

[The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. son,


Ay, by and by ; The end of war's uncertain ; but this certain,

[T. VOLUMNIA, Virgilia, fc. That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit

But we will drink together; and you shall bear Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name, A better witness back than words, which we,




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On Jike conditions, will have counter-seal'd. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,
Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve

Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, To have a temple built you : all the swords Make the sun dance. Hark you ! Shouting again. In Italy, and her confederate arms,


This is good news: Could not have made this peace. [Exeunt. I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia

Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, SCENE IV. — Rome. A publick Place. A city full ; of tribunes, such as you,

A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS.

day; Men. See you yond' coign o'the Capitol; yond This morning, for ten thousand of your throats corner-stone ?

I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! Sic. Why, what of that?

Shouting and music. Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings: your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of

next, Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. Accept my thankfulness. But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are Mess.

Sir, we have all sentenced, and stay upon execution.

Great cause to give great thanks. Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter Sic.

They are near the city? the condition of a man?

Mess. Almost at point to enter. Men. There is differency between a grub, and a Sic.

We will meet ther, butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This And help the joy.

[Goy Marcius is grown from man to dragon : he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing.

Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, PatriSic. He loved his mother dearly.

cians, and People. They pass over the Stage. Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he

And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground

them : shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum Repeal him with the welcome of his mother; is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made Cry, - Welcome, ladies, welcome !for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished All.

Welcome, ladies! with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god, but Welcome! [A flourish with drums and trumpets eternity, and a heaven to throne in.

Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.

Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what SCENE V. - Antium. A publick Places mercy his mother shall bring from him : There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male Enter Tullus AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. tiger ; that shall our poor city find : and all this is Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: ’long of you.

Deliver them this paper : having read it, Sic. The gods be good unto us!

Bid them repair to the market-place ; where I, Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, good unto When we banished him, we Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, respected not them: and, he returning to break our The city ports by this hath enter'd, and necks, they respect not us.

Intends to appear before the people, hoping

To purge himself with words : Despatch. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your Enter Three or Four Conspirators of Aufidius'

house ; The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,

faction. And hale him up and down; all swearing, if

Most welcome! The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,

1 Con. How is it with our general ? They'll give him death by inches.



As with a man by his own alms empoison’d,
Enter another Messenger.

And with his charity slain.
What's the news? 2 Con.

Most noble sir, Mess. Good news, good news; — The ladies have If you do hold the same intent wherein prevail'd,

You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone: Of your great danger.
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,


Sir, I cannot tell; No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.

We must proceed, as we do find the people. Friend,

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, mbile Art thou certain this is true ? is it most certain ? 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of Libert

Mess. As certain, as I know the sun is fire : Makes the survivor heir of all. Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt of it?

I know it; Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, And my pretext to strike at him admits As the recomforted through the gates.

Why, hark A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn: you;

Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighter 14 [Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery,

beaten, all together. Shouting also within. Seducing so my friends : and, to this end,


(Exeunt Atiendants


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Auf :

He bow'd his nature, never known before

Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

The charges of the action. We have made peace, 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,

With no less honour to the Antiates, When he did stand for consul, which he lost' Than shame to the Romans : and we here deliver, By lack of stooping,

Subscribed by the consuls and patricians, Auf.

1 That I would have spoke of : Together with the seal o’the senate, what Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth ; We have compounded on. Presented to my knife his throat : I took him; Auf:

Read it not, noble lords; Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way

But tell the traitor, in the highest degree In all his own desires; nay, let him choose

He hath abus'd your powers. Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,

Cor. Traitor! - How now ?My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments Auf:

Ay, traitor, Marcius. In mine own person; holp to reap the fame,


Marcius! Which he did end all his; and took some pride Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,

think I seem 'd his follower, not partner; and

I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stoln name He wag'd me with his countenance, as if

Coriolanus in Corioli? I had been mercenary.

You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously I Con.

So he did, my lord: He has betray'd your business, and given up, The army marvellid at it. And, in the last, For certain drops of salt, your city Rome When he had carried Rome; and tbat we look'd (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother : For no less spoil, than glory, ·

Breaking his oath and resolution, like

There was it ; - A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are

He whin'd and roar'd away your victory;
As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, Look'd wondering each at other.
And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark !


Hear'st thou, Mars? [Drums and trumpets sound, with great Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, shouts of the people. Cor.

Ha ! 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, Auf. No more. And had no welcomes home; but he returns,

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Splitting the air with noise.

Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! 2 Con.

And patient fools, Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave With giving him glory.

lords, Therefore, at your vantage, Must give this cus che lie: and his own notion Ere he express himself, or move the people

(Who wears my stripes impressid on him; that With what he would say, let him feel your sword,

must bear
Which we will second. When he lies along, My beating to his grave ;) shall join to thrust
After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury The lie unto him.
His reasons with his body.

1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Auf. Say no more ;

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces ; men and lads, Here come the lords.

Stain all your edges on me. — - Boy! False hound !

If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
Enter the Lords of the City.

That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Lords. You are most welcome home.

Flutter'd your voices in Corioli : Auf.

I have not deserv'd it; Alone I did it. - Boy! But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd Auf.

Why, noble lords, What I have written to you?

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Lords. We have.

Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 1 Lord.

And grieve to hear it. 'Fore your own eyes and ears? What faults he made before the last, I think,

Con. Let him die for't. (Several speak at once. Might have found easy fines : but there to end, Cit. (Speaking promiscuously. ] Tear him to pieces, Where he was to begin, and give away.

do it presently. He killed my son;- my daughter; The benefit of our levies, answering us

He killed my cousin Marcus ; — He killed my With our own charge ; making a treaty, where father. There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. 2 Lord. Peace, ho; -no outrage; - peace. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. The man is noble, and his fame folds in

This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours ; a

Shall have judicious hearing, - Stand, Aufidius, croud of Citizens with him.

And trouble not the peace. Cor. Hail, lords ! I am return'd your soldier ; Cor.

0, that I had him, No more infected with my fountry's love,

With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting To use my lawful sword!
Under your great command. You are to know, Auf

Insolent villain !
That prosperously I have attempted, and

Con. Kin, kill, kill, kill, kill him. With bloody passage, led your wars, even to

[AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands home,

on him.

3 Con.


will weep.


Hold, hold, hold, hold. And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. As the most noble corse, that ever herald i Lord.

O Tullus, Did follow to his urn. 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour 2 Lord.

His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him. - Masters all, be | Let's make the best of it. quiet;


My rage is gone, Put up your swords.

And I am struck with sorrow. - Take him up :Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one. — rage,

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Trail your steel pikes. — Though in this city le Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours, Which to this hour bewail the injury,
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver

Yet he shall have a noble memory.
Myself your loyal servant, or endure

Assist. (Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS, Your heaviest censure.

A dead marck sounded. 1 Lord.

Bear from hence his body,

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A Soothsayer. MARCUS ANTONIUS, triumvirs after the death of

CINNA, a poet.

Julius Cæsar. M. Æmil. LEPIDUS,


LUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius. Cassius,

VARRO, Clitus, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, Lucius, DarCasca,

DANIUS; servants to Brunis. TREBONIUS,

conspirators against Julius PINDARUS, servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,

Cæsar. Decius BRUTUS,

CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar.

Portia, wife to Brutus.
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, tribunes.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE, — during a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards at SARDIS ; and near PuILIPPL




SCENE I. - Rome. A Street.

2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.

Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ? Enter Flavius, MARULLUS, and a rabble of

2 C. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the Citizens.

awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, home;

a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great Is this a holiday? What! know you not,

danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever Being mechanical, you ought not walk,

trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handyUpon a labouring day, without the sign

work. of your profession ? - Speak, what trade art thou ? Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?

myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make You, sir ; what trade are you?

holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. 2 Ci. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings am but, as you would say, a cobler.

he home? Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me What tributaries follow him to Rome, directly.

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless a safe conscience ; which is, indeed, sir, a mender

things ! of bad soals.

0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Mar. What trade, thou knave, thou naughty Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft knave, what trade?

Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, me : yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Your infants in your arms, and there have sat

Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, The live-long day, with patient expectation, thou saucy fellow ?

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome :


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