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Bru. But is this true, sir?
Com.

Ay; and you'll look pale Before you find it other.

All the regions
Do smilingly revolt ;3 and, who resist,
Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
Your enemies, and his, find something in him.

Men. We are all undone, unless
The noble man have mercy.
Com.

Who shall ask it?
The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf
Does of the shepherds : for his best friends, if they
Should say, Be good to Rome, they charg'd him even
As those should do that had deservd his hate,
And therein show'd like enemies.
Men.

'Tis true : If he were putting to my house the brand That should consume it, I have not the face Το

you, cease.-- You have made fair hands, your Crafts !

you

have crafted fair! Com.

You have brought
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
So incapable of help.
Tri.

Say not, we brought it.
Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but,

like beasts,
And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusters,
Who did hoot him out o'the city.
Com.

But, I fear
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
The second name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer :-Desperation

say, 'Beseech

You, and

3 Do smilingly revolt ;] To revolt smilingły is to revolt with signs of pleasure, or with marks of contempt.

Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
That Rome can make against them.

Enter a Troop of Citizens. Men.

Here comes the clusters. And is Aufidius with him?--You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming ; And not a hair upon a soldier's head, Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs, As you threw caps up, will he tumble down, And pay you for your voices. "Tis no matter; If he could burn us all into one coal, We have deserv'd it.

Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news. 1 Cit.

For mine own part, When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity.

2 Cit. And so did I.

3 Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very many of us: That we did, we did for the best: and though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will.

Com. You are goodly things, you voices !
Men.

You have made Good work, you and your cry!--Shall us to the

Capitol ?
Com. O, aye; what else?

[Exeunt Com. and MEN.
Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd;
These are a side, that would be glad to have
This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home,
And show no sign of fear,

you

and your cry!) Alluding to a pack of hounds. So, in Hamlet, a company of players are contemptuously called a cry of players.

i Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. I ever said, we were i’the wrong, when we banished him. 2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home.

[Exeunt Citizens. Bru. I do not like this news, Sic. Nor I. Bru. Let's to the Capitol :—'Would, half my

wealth Would buy this for a lie! Siç.

Pray, let us go

[E.reunt,

SCENE VII.

A Camp; at a small distance from Rome.

Enter ĄUFIDIUS, and his Lieutenant. Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman?

Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but
Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
Even by your own.
Auf

I cannot help it now;
Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier
Even to my person, than I thought he would,
When first I did embrace him: Yet his nature
In that's no changeling; and I must excuse
What cannot be amended,
Lieu.

Yet I wish, sir, (I mean,

for

your particular,) you had not Join'd in commission with him : but hither Had borne the action of yourself, or else To him had left it solely.

Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure,

When he shall come to his account, he knows not
What I can urge against him. Although it seems,
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
To the vulgar eye, that he bears all

things fairly,
And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state;
Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon
As draw his sword : yet he hath left undone
That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine,
Whene'er we come to our account.
Lieu. Sir, I beseech you,

think
you
he'll

carry
Rome?
Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down ;
And the nobility of Rome are his:
The senators, and patricians, love bim too:
The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people
Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome,
As is the ospreys to the fish, who takes it
By sovereignty of nature.

First he was A noble servant to them ; but he could not Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride, Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man ; whether defect of judgment, To fail in the disposing of those chances Which he was lord of; or whether nature, Not to be other than one thing, not moving From the casque to the cushion, but commanding

peace

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5 As is the osprey -) Osprey, a kind of eagle, ossifraga.

whether 'trvas pride,
Which out of daily fortune ever taints

The happy man; whether, &c.] Aufidius assigns three pro, bable reasons of the miscarriage of Coriolanus; pride, which easily follows an uninterrupted train of success; unskiltulness to regulate the consequences of his own victories; a stubborn uniformity of nature, which could not make, the proper transition from the casque or helmet to the cushion or chair of civil authority; but acted with the same despotism in peace as in war.

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Even with the same austerity and garb
As he controlld the war; but, one of these,
(As he hath spices of them all, not all,
For I dare so far free him,) made him fear'd,
So hated, and so banish'd : But he has a merit,
To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues
Lie in the interpretation of the time:
And power, unto itself most commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
To extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
Rights by rights fouler, strengths by strengths do

fail. Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Rome. A public place.

Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, BRUTUS,

and Others. Men. No, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath said, Which was sometime his general; who lov'd him In a most dear particular. He call’d me, father : But what o'that? Go, you that banish'd him, A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel The way into his mercy : Nay, if he coy'do

* As he hath spices of them all, not all,] i. e. not all complete, not all in their full extent.

he has a merit, To choke it in the utterance.] He has a merit, for no other purpose than to destroy it by boasting it.

9 - coy'd-) i. e. condescended unwillingly, with reserve.

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