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Make your eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with (To his surname Coriolanus "longs more pride, comfort,
Than pity to our prayers. Down; an end : Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and This is the last ;--So we will hople to Rome, sorrow;
And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold us : Making the mother, wife, and child, to see This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, The son, the husband, and the father, tearing But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, His country's bowels out. And to poor we, Does reason our petition with more strength
Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us Than thou bast to deny'ı.--Come, let us go: I weni Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort This fellow had a Volscian to bis motber; That all but we enjoy; for how can we,
His wife is in Corioli, and his child
Like him by chance :-Yet give us our despatch:
(Holding VOLUMNIA by the Hands, silent. An evident calamity, though we had
What have you done? Behold, the beavens
The gods look down, and this onnatural scene With manacles through our streets, or else They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! 19
+ Stay but for it.
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin ; You have won a happy victory to Rome :
If not most mortal to him. But, let it come :
Auf. I was mov'd withal.
Cor. I dare be sworn you were :
(name Mine eyes to sweat compassion, But, good Sir, Boy. He shall not tread on me;
What peace you'll make, advise ine : For iny part, I'll run away, till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
you, Requires por child por woman's face to see. Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife! I have sat too long,
[Rising. Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and Vol. Nay, go not from us thus.
At difference in thee : out of that I'll work
Myself a former fortune.
(Aside. The Volsces whom you serve, you inight con [The ladles make signs to CORIOLANUS.
Cor. Ay, by and by :
(TO VOLUMNIA, VIRGIlia, &c. ls, that you reconcile them: while the Volsces But we will drink together; and you shall bear May say, This mercy we have show'd, the A better witness back than words, which we, Romans,
On like conditions, will bave counter-seal’a.
Could not have made this peace. (Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Rome.- A public Place.
Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS.
with your little finger, there is some hope the Thou hast affected the fine strains + of honour, ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may preTo imitate the graces of the gods ;
vail with him.
there is no hope in't ;
the condition of a pan ?
Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
(prate Men. So did he me : and he no more rememMore bound to his mother ; yet here he lets me bers his mother now, than an eight year old Like one l'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy ;
When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the When she poor hen !) fond of no second brood, ground shrinks before his treading. He is able Mas cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely bome, to pierce a corslet with his eye ; talks like a knell Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, And spurn me back : But, ir it be not so,
as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants thee,
nothing of a god but eternity, and a beaven to
Chair of sales Conclude 1 The niceties.
But I say,
Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what | Enter Three or Four CoNSPIRATORS of Aurs mercy his mother shall bring from him: There
dius's Faction, is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a Most welcome ! male tiger ; that shall our pour city find : and all 1 Con. How is it with our general ? that is "long of you.
Auf. Even so, Sic. The gods be good unto us!
As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be And with his charity slain. good uuto us. When we banished him, we res- 2 Con. Most noble Sir, pected not them : and, be returning to break our if you do hold the same intent wherein necks, they respect not us.
You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
of your great danger.
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell : Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your we must proceed, as we do find the people. house :
3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, 'Twixt you there's difference ; but the fall of either And bale him up and down; all swearing, if Makes the survivor heir of all. The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,
Auf. I know it;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
Mine honour for his truth : Who being so heighSic. What's the news ?
ten'd, Aless. Good news, good news :--The ladies bave He water'd his new plants with dews of fattery, prevailid,
Seducing so my friends ; and, to this end,
3 Con. Sir, his stoutness, Sic. Friend,
When he did stand for consul, which he lost Art thou certain this is true ? is it most certain ? By lack of stooping, Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire :
Auf. That I would have spoke of : Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of its Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth : Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blowu tide, Presented to my knife bis throat ; I took him ; As the reconforted through the gates. Why hark Made bim joint-servant with me ; gave bim way you ;
In all his own desires ; nay, let him choose [Trumpets and Hautboys sounded, and Drums Out of my files, his project to accomplish,
beaten, all together. Shouting also within. My best and freshest men ; serv'd his designinen s The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,
In mine own person ; holp to reap the fame, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, which he did end all his; and took some pride Make the sun dance. Hark you !
To do myself this wrong ; till, at the last,
(Shouting again. I seem'd his follower, not partner; and Men. This is good news :
He wag'd me with his countenance, † as if
1 Con. So he did, my lord : A city full : of tribunes such as you,
The army marvell’d at it. And, in the last, A sea and land full : You have pray'd well to-day: When be had carried Rome, and that we look'd This morning, for ten thousand of your throats For no less spoil than glory, — I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy ! Auf. There was it ;
(Shouting and Music. For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings : At a few drops of women's rheum, 1 which are Accept my thankfulness.
(next, As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Miss. Sir, we have all
of our great action : Therefore shall he die Great cause to give great thanks,
And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark ! Sic. They are near the city ?
(Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Mess. Almost at point to enter.
shouts of the People. Sic. We will meet them,
1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And help the joy.
(Going. And bad no welcomes home; but he returns, Enter the Ladies, accompanied by SENATORS,
Splitting the air with noise.
2 Con. And patient fools, PATRICIANS, and People. They pass over whose children he hath slain, their base throats the Stage,
tear, I Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : With giving him glory. Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, And make triumphant tires; strew Bowers before Ere he express himself, or more the people them :
With what he would say, let bim feel your sword, Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,
Which we will second. When he lies along, Repeal* him with the welcome of his mother ; After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Cry,- Welcome, ladies, Welcome!
His reasons with his body. All. Welcome, ladies!
Auf. Say no more : Welcome!
Here come the lords. (A flourish with Drums and Trumpets.
Enter the LORDS of the City.
Lords. You are most welcome bome.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus d
What I have written to you?
1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. Bid them repair to the market place ; where I, Wbat faults be made before the last, I think, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Might bave found easy fines : but there to end, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, Where he was to begin, and give away The city ports + by this hath enter'd, and The benefit of our levies, answering us Intends to appear before the people, boping With our own charge ; 9 making a treaty, where to purge himself with words : Despatch.
There was a yielding ; This admits no excuse. (Ereuni Attendants.
• Helped + Tbought me re varded with good look, • Recall. + Gates.
• Tear's. Rewarding us with our own expense.
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your voices in Corioli :
Auf. why, noble lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
"Fore your own eyes and ears?
Con. Let bim die for't. (Several speak at once. That prosperously I base attempted, and,
Cit. (Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to With bloody passage led your wars, even to
pieces, do it presently. He killed my son :--my The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought daughter ;-He killed my cousin Marcius ;-He home,
killed my father. Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
2 Lord. Peace, ho ;-no outrage ;-peace. The charges of the action. We have made peace, The man is noble, and his fame folds in With no less honour to the Antiates,
This orb o'the earth.. His last offence to us
And trouble not the peace.
Cor. Oh! that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, bis tribe,
To use my lawful sword !
Auf. Ivsolent villain !
Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
(AUFIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS draw, and Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS Cor. Marcius!
stands on him.
Auf. My uoble masters, hear me speak.
i Lord. o Tullus !
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
will weep. He has betray'd your business, and given up 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters, all, be For certain drops of salt. your city Rome Put up your swords.
(quiet : (I say, your city) to his wife and mother : Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in Breaking his oath and resolution, like
this rage, A twist of rotten silk: never admitting
Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger
That be is thus cut off. Please it your honours
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censare.
And mourn you for bim: let bim be regarded auf. No more. +
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Auf. My rage is gone,
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully :
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
NUS. A dead March sounded.
† No more than a boy of tears. • His fame overspreads the world. + Judicial.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. ABOUT the middle of February, A.U.C. 709, « riotous festival sacred to Pan, and called Lapercalia, was held in
honour of Cesar, when the regal crown was offered him by Antony. In the middle of the following March he was assassinated. November 27, 710, the Triumvirs, Antony, Lepidus, and Oetavius, inet at a small island tormed by the river Rhenus, near Bononia, and there agreed upon the cruel proscription introduced in Aet IV..--In711, Brutus and Cassius were totally defeated at Philippi.--Shakspeare appears to have produced this play about the year 1807: one, upon the same subject, had bren written by a young Scotch Nobleman, the Ear! of Sterline; aud in many passages of each, a strong similarity may be traced :---this was probably occasioned by both authors drawing their materials from the same source.--A Latin play on this subject, by Dr. Eedes, of Oxford, who is enumerated amongst the best tragic authors of that ara, was published in 1582.---Dr. Johnsoa tays of this tragedy :---"Many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Brutus and Cassius are universally celebrated, but I have never been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Shakspeare's plays : his adherence to cae real story, and to Ruman mauners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius."
ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
Death of Julius CINNA, a Poet,- Another Poet.
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young CATO, CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators. and VOLUMNIUS, Friends to Brutus and MARCUS BRUTUS,
VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, CASCA,
DARDANIUS, Servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,
Conspirators against PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,
Julius Cesar. DECIUS BRUTUS,
CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cesar.
Portia, Wije to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE: the first three acts at Rome : afterwards at an Island near Mutina, at Sardis; and near
2 cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with
the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters, SCENE 1.-Rome.- A Street. nor woman's matters, but witbawl.
indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes ; when they Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a Rabble of are in great danger, I recover them. As proper CITIZENS.
men as ever trod upon neats-leather, bave gone Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get upon my handy-work. you borne ;
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Is this a holiday? What I know yon not,
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? Being mechanical, you ougbt voi walk
2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to Upon a labouring day, without the sign
get diyself into more work. But, indeed, s, of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ? we make holiday to see Cesar, and to rejoice in i Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
his triumph. Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? Mar. Wherefore rejoice # What conquest brings What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?
he home ? You, Sir; what trade are you?
What tributaries follow him to Rome, 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman To gruce in captive bonds his charic t wheels ! I an but, as you would say, a cobler.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer mue
O you haru hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may use with Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, of bad soals.
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. What trade, thou knave! thou naughty Your infants in your armis, and there have sat knave, what trade?
The live-long day, with patient expectation, 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : me : yet, if you be out, Sir, I can mend you. And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, Have you not inade an universal shout, thou saucy fellow!
Tbat Tyber trembled underneatb ber banks 2 Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you.
To hear the replication of your soupde, Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?
Made in ber concave shores 1
And do you now pat on your best attire ? Cas. Brutus, 1 do observe you now of late :
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
Over your friend that loves you.
Be not deceiv'd: if I bave veil'd my look,
Play. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Which give soine soil, perhaps, to my beba.
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
By meals whereof, this breast of mine hath
Cas. "Tìs just :
That you have no such mirrors as will turn (Exeunt. Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard, SCENE 11.-The same.--A public Place.
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cesar) speaking of Brutus, Exter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; AN. And groaning underneath this age's yoke, TONY, for the course ; CALPBURNIA, PORTIA, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into wbat dangers would you lead me,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, he prepar'd
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
Were I a common langhter, or did use
That I do fawn on inen, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or, if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
(Flourish and shout. (Music. Bru. What means this shouting ? I do fear, the Sooth, Cesar!
Choose Cesar for their king.
(Music ceases. Then must I think you would not have it so.
What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
And I will look on both indifferently:
. Set him before me, let me see his face. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
Well, honour is the subject of my story.--
I cannot tell, what you and other men
I was born free as Cesar ; so were you :
We both have fed as well, and we can both
For once, upon a raw and gasty day,
Cesar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, nor
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
To wauseale by repetition),
Bru. Not 1.
MI leave you.
ebserved at the least of Lupercalia.
The nature of yont