1 Sero. Ay, and it makes men hate one anothet.

3 Serd. Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. All. In, in, in, in.



Romě. A públick Place.

Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS. Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him; His remedies are tame i' the present peace* And quietness o’the people, which before Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had, Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going About their functions friendly.

Enter MENENIUS. Brú. We stood to't in good time. Is this Me

nenius? Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kind Of late.-Hail, sir! Men.

Hail to you both! Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, But with his friends; the common-wealth doth stand; And so would do, were he more angry at it. Men. All's well ; and might have been much

better, if

His remedies are tame i' the present peače -] i.e. ineffectual in times of peace like these.

He could have temporiz'd.

Where is he, hear you?
Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his

wife Hear nothing from him.

Enter Three or Four Citizens.
Cit. The gods preserve you both!

Good-e'en, our neighbours.
Bru. Good e'en to you all, good e'en to you all.
1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on

our knees, Are bound to


both. Sic.

Live, and thrive! Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours: We wish'd

Had lov'd you as we did.

Now the gods keep you !
Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt Citizens.

Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Than when these fellows ran about the streets,
Crying, Confusion.

Caius Marcius was
A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,
O'ercoine with pride, ambitious past

all thinking, Self-loving, Sic.

And affecting one sole throne,
Without assistance."

I think not so.
Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation,
If he had gone forth consul, found it so.

Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him.


- affecting one sole throne,

Without assistance. That is, without assessors; without any other suffrage.

Enter Ædile.


Worthy tribunes, There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Reports,—the Volees with two several powers Are enter'd in the Roman territories ; And with the deepest malice of the war Destroy what lies before them. Men.

'Tis Aufidius,
Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment,
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;
Which were inshelld, when Marcius stood for

And durst not once peep out.

Come, what talk you Of Marcius?

Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd.-It cannotbe,
The Volces dare break with us.

Cannot be!
We have record, that very well it can;
And three examples of the like have been
Within my age.

my age. But reason with the fellow,"
Before you punish him, where he heard this :
Lest you shall chance to whip your information,
And beat the messenger who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.

Tell not me:
I know, this cannot be.

Not possible.

Enter a Messenger. Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going All to the senate-house : some news is come,

stood for Rome,) i. e. stood up in its defence.

reason with the fellow,] That is, have some talk with him. In this sense Shakspeare often uses the word. VOL. VII.



That turns their countenances.

"Tis this slave;-
Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his raising!
Nothing but his report!

Yes, worthy sir,
The slave's report is seconded; and more,
More fearful, is deliver’d.

What more fearful ?
Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
(How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius,
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome;
And vows revenge as spacious, as between
The young'st and oldest thing.

This is most likely!
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish
Good Marcius home again.


trick on't.
Men. This is unlikely:
He and Aufidius can no more atone,
Than violentest contrariety.

Enter another Messenger. Mess. You are sent for to the senate; A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius, Associated with Aufidius, rages Upon our territories; and have already, O'erborne their way, consum'd with fire, and took What lay before them.


some news is come, That turns their countenances.) i. e. that renders their aspect


can no more atone,] To atone, in the active sense, is to reconcile, and is so used by our author. To atone here, is in the neutral sense, to come to reconciliation. To atone is to unite.

Com. O, you have made good work!

What news? what news?
Com. You have holp to ravish your own daugh-

ters, and

To melt the city leads upon your pates ;
To see your

wives dishonour'd to your noses ;
Men. What's the news? what's the news?

Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd Into an augre's bore. Men.

Pray now, your news ?You have made fair work, I fear me :--Pray, your

If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,

He is their god; he leads them like a thing
Made by some other deity than nature,
That shapes man better : and they follow him,
Against us brats, with no less confidence,
Than boys pursuing summer betterflies,
Or butchers killing flies.

You have made good work,
You, and your apron men; you that stood so much
Upon the voice of occupation, and
The breath of garlick-eaters!

He will shake
Your Rome about your ears.

As Hercules
Did shake down mellow fruit:2 You have made fair.


Upon the voice of occupation,] Occupation is here used for mechanicks, men occupied in daily business.

As Hercules, &c.) A ludicrous allusion to the apples of the Hesperides.

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