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The second name of men, obeys his points Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier As if he were his officer :- Desperation
Even to my person, than I thought he would, Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
When first I did embrace him: yet his nature That Rome can make against them.
In that's no changeling; and I must excuse
What cannot be amended.
Lieu. Yet I wish, sir,
Had borne the action of yourself, or else
To him had left it solely. And not a hair upon a soldier's head,
Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs, When he shall come to his account, he knows not As threw caps up, will he tumble down,
What I can urge against him. Although it seems, And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent If he should burn us all into one coal,
To the vulgar eye, that he bcars all things fairly, We have desery'd it.
And shows good husbandry for the Volcian state; Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon 1 Cit. For mine own part,
As draw his sword: yet he hath left undone When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, 2 Cit. And so did I.
Whene'er we come to our account. [Rome? 3 Cit. Aud so did I; and, to say the truth, so Lieu. Sir, I beseech
you did very many of us; that we did, we did for the Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits downi, best: and though we willingly consented to his And the nobility of Rome are his : banishment, yet it was against our will.
The senators and patricians love him too: Com. You are goodly things, you voices ! The tribuues are no soldiers ; and their people Men. You have made
(Capitol? Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty Good work, you and your cry!-Shall us to the To expel him thence. I think, be'll be to Powe
Com. O, ay; what else? (exeunt Com. and Men. As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd; By sovereignty of nature. First he was These are a side, that would be glad to have A noble servant to them ; but he could not This true, which they so seem to fear. Go homc, Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride, And show no sign of fear.
Which out of daily fortune ever taints. 1 Cit. The gods be good to us! Comc, masters, The happy man; whether defect of judgement, let's home. I ever said, we were i'the wrong, To fail in the disposing of those chances when we banished him.
Which he was lord of; or whether nature, 2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. Not to be other than one thing, not moving
[cxeunt Citizens. From the casque to the cushion, but commanding Bru. I do not like this news.
Even with the same austerity and garb Sic. Nor I.
As he controll'd the war: but, one of these, Bru. Let's to the Capitol .-'would, half my (As he hath spices of them all, not all, Would buy this for a lie!
(wealth For I dare so far free him,) made him fear'd, Sic. Pray, let us go.
(exeunt. So hated, and so banisb'd: but he has a merit, A CAMP; AT A SMALL DISTANCE FROM To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues
Lie in the interpretation of the time; Enter Aufidius and his Lieutenant. And power, unto itself most commendable, Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman? [but Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; To extol what it hath done. Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, One fire drives out one fire; one nail one nail; Their talk at table, and their thanks at end; Rights by rights fouler, strengths by strengths, do And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
fail. Even by your own.
Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, Auf. I cannot help it now;
Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
(cxeunt. ACT. V.
Com. He would not seem to know me. Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, and Men. Do you hear? others.
Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: Men. No, I'll notgo: you hear what he hath said, I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops Which was sometime his general; who lov'd him That we have bled together. Coriolanus In a most dear particular. He call’d me, father; He would not answer to: forbad all pames; But what o'that? Go, you that banish'd him, He was a kind of nothing, titleless, A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel Till he had forg'd himself a name i'the fire The way into his mercy : nay, if he coy'd Of burning Rome. To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. Men. Why, so; you have made good work:
A PUBLIC PLACE.
SCENE II. AN ADVANCED POST OF THE VOLCIAX
CAMP BEFORE ROME. THE GUARD AT THEIR
A pair or tribuues that have rack'd for Rome, Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon, For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's heuce, When it was less expected : he replied,
And with our fair entreaties haste them on. It was a bare petition of a state
[ereunt. To one whom they had punish'd. i Is
Men. Very well : Could he say less ?
.:: Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard
Enter to them Menenius. For his private friends. His answer to me was,
1 Guard. Stay: whence are you? Ile could not stay to pick them in a pile
2 Guard. Stand, and go back. Of noisome, musty chaff. He said 'twas folly, Men. You guard like men; 'tis well; but, by For ove poor grain or two, to leave unburnt, I am an officer of state, and come (your leave, And still to nose the offence.
To speak with Coriolanus. Mer. For one poor grain
1 Guard. From whence ? Ortwo? I am one of those; his mother, wife, Men. From Rome.
[our genera} ilis child, and this brave fellow two, we are the 1 Guard. You may not pass, you must return; You are the wusty chaff; and you are smelt (grains: | Will no more hear from thence. Above the moon: we must be burnt for you. 2 Guard. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with
Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your You'll speak with Coriolanus. [fire, before Tu this so never-hceded help, yet do not [aid Men. Good, my friends, Upbraid us with our distress. But, sure, if you If you have heard your general talk of Rome, Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, More than the instant army we can make, My name hath touch'd your ears: it is Menenius. Might stop our countryman.
1 Guard. Be it so; go back: the virtue of you) Men. No; I'll not meddle
[name Sic. I pray you, go to him. 'itti siti
Men. I tell thee, fellow, Men. What should I do?
Thy general is my lover: I have been Bru. Only make trial what your love can do The book of his good acts, whence men have read for Rome towards Marcius.
His fame unparallel’d, haply, amplified; Men. Well, and say that Marcius
For I have ever verified my friends, V!!: 2,913 Keturn me, as Cominius is return'd,
(Of whom he's chief,) with all the size that verity Unheard ; what then ?
Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, With his unkindness ? Say't be so ??
I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise Sic. Yet your good will
Have, almost, stamp'd the leasing: therefore, follow's Must have thanks from Rome, after the measure I must have leave to pass. As you intended well.
1 Guard. 'Faith, sir, if you had told as many Men. I'll undertake it :
lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in I think he'll hear me. 1. Yet to bite his lip, your own, you should not pass here: no, though And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely He was not taken well; be had not din'd: vit Therefore, go back. The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then Men. Prythee, fellow, remember my name is We pout upon the morning, are unapt 7:11 Menenius, always factionary on the party of your To give or to forgive; but when we have stuffd general. These pipes and these conveyances of our blood 2 Guard. Howsoever you have been bis liar (as With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls you say, you have,) I am one that, telling true Than in our priest-like fest:
under him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, Therefore I'll watch him Till he be dieted to my request,
Men. Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would And then I'll set upon him.
not speak with him till after dinner. Bru. You know the very road into his kindness,
1 Guard. You are a Roman, are you: And cannot lose your way.
Men. I am as thy general is. : Men. Good faith, I'll prove him, [ledge 1 Guard. Then you should hate Rome, as he Speed how it will I shall erc long have know- does. Can you, when you have pushed out your Of my success,
[exit. gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent Com. He'll never hear him.
popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, Sic. Not?
think to front his revenges with the easy groans Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him: dotant as you seem to be? Can you think to blow Twas very faintly he said, Rise; dismiss'd me out the intended fire your city is ready to flame Thus, with his speechless hand: wbat he would do in, with such weak breath as this? No, you are He sent in writing after me; what he would not deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare bound
for your execution: you are condemned, our genera] all hope is vain,
bas sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
hound with an oath, to yield to his conditions :
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, You must report to the Volcian ords, how plainly he would use me nith estimation.
I have borne this business. 2 Guard. Come, my captain knows you not. Auf. Only their ends Men. I mean, thy general. t 31
You have respected ; stopp'd your ears against 1 Guard. My general cares not for you. Back, The general suit of Rome; never admitted say, go, lest I let forth your half pint of blood; A private whisper, no, not with such friends -back,—that's the utmost of your having:-back. That thought them sure of you. Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow.
Cor. This last old man,
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, Cor. What's the matter?
Lov'd me above the measure of a father ; Men. Now, you companjon, I'll say an errand Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge for you; you shall know now, that I am in estima- Was to send him: for whose old love, I have tion; you shall perceive that a Jack guardant can-(Though I show'd sourly to him) once more offer'd not office me from my son Coriolanus : guess, but The first conditions, which they did refuse, by my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st And cannot now accept, to grace him only, not i'the state of hanging, or of some death more That thought he could do more; a very little long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering ; I have yielded too: fresh embassies, and suits, behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter upon thee. The glorious gods sit in hourly synod Will I lend ear to.—Ha! what shout is this? about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no
(shout within. worse than thy old father Menenius does ! O, Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us; In the same time 'tis made? I will not. look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly Enter, in mourning habits, Virgilia, Volumniu, moved to come to thee; but, being assured
none leading young Marcius, Valeria, and attendants. but myself could move thee, I have been blown My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould out of your gates with sighs; and conjure thee to wherein this trunk was fram’d, and in her hand pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affection! The good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the All bond and privilege of nature, break! dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate, a block, hath denied my access to thee.
What is that curt'sey worth? or those dove's eyes, Cor. Away!
Which can make gods forsworn?-I melt, and an Men. How! away?
not Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My Of stronger earth than others. My mother bowe; Are servanted to others : though I owe [affairs As if Olympus to a molehill should My revenge properly, my remission lies in In supplication nod: and my young boy In Volcian breasts. That we bave been familiar, Hath an aspect of intercession, which Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Great nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volces Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be gone. Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loy'd thee, As if a man were author of himself, Take this along; I writit for thy sake; (gives a letter, And knew no other kin. And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius, Vir. My lord and husband !
(Rome I will not hear thee speak.—This man, Aufidius, Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Was my belov'd in Rome: yet thou behold'st- Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang'd, Auf. You keep a constant temper.!
Makes you think so. [exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. Cor. Like a dull actor now, 1 Guard. Now, sir, is your name Menenius? I have forgot my part, and I am out,
2 Guard. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power : Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, you know the way home again.
Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, 1 Guard. Do you hear how we are shent for For that, 'forgive our Romans.'-0, a kiss keeping your greatness back? ![swoon? Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
2 Guard. What cause, do you think, I have to Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kis
Men. I neither care for the world, nor your I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip general: for such things as you, I can scarce think Hath virgin'd it e'er since.-- You gods! I prate, there's any, you are so slight. He that hath a And the most noble mother of the world will to die by himself, fears it not from another. Leaveunsaluted: sink, my knee, i'the earth; [kneels Let your general do his worst. For you, be that. Of thy deep duty more impression show vou are, long; and your misery increase with your Than that of common sons. age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away! Vol. O, stand up bless'd!
1 Guard. A noble fellow, I warrant him. Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
2 Guard. The worthy fellow is our general he I kneel before thee; and unproperly is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken.
Show duty, as mistaken all the while
Cor. What is this?
Filip the stars; then let the mutinous winds I purpose not to wait on fortune, till
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, What cannot be, slight work.
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner Vol. Thou art my warrior;
March to assault thy country, than to tread I holp to frame thee. Do you kno:v this lady? (Trust to't, thou shalt not,) on thy mother's womb, Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,
That brought thee to this world. The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,
Vir. Ay, and on mine, That's curded by the frost from purest snow, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your And hangs on Dian's temple. — Dear Valeria! Living to time.
(name Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,
Boy. He shall not tread on me; Which by the interpretation of full time
I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. May show like all yourself.
Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be, Cor. The god of soldiers,
Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
I have sat too long.
[rising. Thythoughtswith nobleness; that thou may'st prove Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. To shame unvulnerable, and stick i'the wars If it were so, that our request did tend Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, To save the Romans, thereby to destroy And saving those that eye thee!
The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn Vol. Your knee, sirrah.
As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit [us, Cor. That's my brave boy.
Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volces Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, May say, 'this mercy we have show'd;' the Romans, Are suitors to you.
• This we receiv'd;' and each in cither side Cor. I beseech you, peace:
Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, · Be bless'd Or, if you'd ask, remember this before;
For making up this peace!' Thou know'st, great son, The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate
Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name Again with Rome's mechanics :—tell me not Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses ; Wherein I seem unnatural:—desire not
Whose chronicle thus writ,— The man was noble, To allay my rages and revenges, with
But, with his last attempt, he wiped it out; Your colder reasons.
Destroy'd his country; and his name remains Vol. O, no more, no more!
To the ensuing age, abhorr'd.' Speak to me, son : You have said, you will not grant us any thing; Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour, For we have nothing else to ask, but that
To imitate the graces of the gods; Which you deny already. Yet we will ask ; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, That, if you fail in our request, the blame
And yet to charge the sulphur with a bolt May hang upon your hardness: therefore, hear us. That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?
Cor. Aufidius, and you, Volces, mark; for we'll | Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Hear nought from Rome in private.--Your request? Still to remember wrongs?— Daughter, speak you:
Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our rai- He cares not for your weeping.–Speak thou, boy: And state of bodies, would bewray what life (ment, Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself, Than cap our reasons.—There is no man in the How more unfortunate than all living women
(prate, Are we come bither: since that thy sight, which More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me should
(comforts, Like one i'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy ; Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sor- When she, (poor hen !) fond of no second brood, Making the mother, wife, and child, to see [row; Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, The son, the husband, and the father, tearing Londen with honour. Say, my request's unjust, His country's bowels out.
And to poor we,
And spurn me back: but, if it be not so, Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which That all but we enjoy: for how can we,
To a mother's part brlongs.--He turns away :Alas! how can we, for our country pray,
Down, ladies ; let us shame him with our knees. Whereto we are bound; together with thy victory, To his surname, Coriolanus, 'longs more pride, Whereto we are bound? Alack! or we must lose Than pity to our prayers. Down;
and end ;'The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person, This is the last; so we will home to Rome, [us :Our comfort in the country. We must find And die among our neighbours.— Nay, behuld An evident calamity, though we had
This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, Our wish, which side should win: for either thou But kneels, and holds up hands for fellowship, Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
Does reason our petition with more strength With manacles thorough our streets, or else Than thou hast to deny't.—Come, let us go; Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin; This fellow had a Volcian to his mother ; And bear the palm, for having bravely shed His wife is in Corioli, and his child Tby wife and children's blood. For myself, son, Like him by chance:- Yet, give us our despatch.
I am hush'd until our city be afire,
male tiger ; that shall our poor city find : and all And then I'll speak a little.
this is ’long of you. Cor. O, mother, mother!
Sic. The gods be good unto us! (holding Volumnia by the hands, silent. Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, good unto us. When we banished him, we resThe gods look down, and this unnatural scene pected not them; and, he returning to break our They laugh at. O, my mother, mother! O! necks, they respect not us. You have won a happy victory to Rome :
Enter a Messenger. But, for your son,—believe it, O, believe it, Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your Most dangerously you have with him prevail’d, The plebeians havegot your fellow-tribune, [house: If not most mortal to him. But, let it come:- And hale him up and down; all swearing, if Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, They'll give him death by inches. Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard
Enter another Messenger. A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?
Sic. What's the news?
[prevail'd Auf. I was mov'd withal.
Mess. Good news, good news;—the ladies hav Cor. I dare be sworn, you were :
The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone : And, sir, it is no little thing, to make
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins. What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part, Sic. Friend, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and, pray you, Art thou certain this is true ? is it most certain? Stand to me in this cause. - -0, mother! wife! Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire : Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? honour
Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, At difference in thee!-out of that I'll work As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark DIyself a former fortune.
[aside. you; (the Ladies make signs to Coriolanus. (trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums beaten, Cor. Ay, by and by; (to Volumnia, Virgilia, &c. all together : shouting also within. But we will drink together; and you shall bear The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, A better witness back than words, which we, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. Make the sun dance. Hark you! (shouting again. Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
Men. This is good news:
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
A sea and land full: you have pray'd well to-day; Enter Menenius and Sicinius.
This morning, for ten thousand of your throats Men. See you yond coigu o'the Capitol: yond' I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! corner-stone?
(shouting and music. Sic. Why, what of that?
Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidivgs : Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with Accept my thankfulness.
[next, your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Mess. Sir, we have all Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with Great cause to give great thanks. hin. But, I say, there is no hope in't; our throats Sic. They are near the city? 2re sentenc'd, and stay upon execution.
Mess. Almost at point to enter. Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter Sic. We will meet them, the condition of man?
And help the joy.
[going. Men. There is differency between a grub, and a Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patria butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This cians, and people. They pass over the stage. larcius is grown from man to dragon: he has 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome wings; he's more than a creep thing.
Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius: (them: his mother
than an eight-year old horse. The Repeal him with the welcome of his mother tartness of his face sour ripe grapes. When he Cry,welcome, ladies, welcome! walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground AU. Welcome, ladies! shirinks before his treading. He is able to pierce Welcome! a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his [a flourish with drums and trumpets; exeunt. hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants. tinished with his bidding. He wants nothing of Auf. Go, tell the lords of the city, I am here: a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in. Deliver them this paper : having read it,
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Bid them repair to the market-place; where L.
Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what | Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, mercy his mother shall bring from him : there is Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse. wu more mercy in him, than there is milk in a The city ports by this lath enter'd, and
SCENE IV. ROME.
A PUBLIC PLACE.
A PUBLIC PLACE.