Bru. But is this true, sir? Com. Ay; and you'll look pale Before you find it other. All the regions. 3 Do smilingly revolt; 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. Who shall ask it? Com. Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they Men. "Tis true: If he were putting to my house the brand To say, 'Beseech you, cease.-You have made fair hands, You, and 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, Com. 3 Do smilingly revolt ;] To revolt smilingly is to revolt with signs of pleasure, or with marks of contempt. Is all the policy, strength, and defence, Men. Enter a Troop of Citizens. Here comes the clusters. And is Aufidius with him?-You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast And not a hair upon a soldier's head, Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs, 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! You have made Good work, you and your cry!-Shall us to the Capitol ? Com. O, aye; what else? [Exeunt Coм. 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, you and your cry!] Alluding to a pack of hounds. So, in Hamlet, a company of players are contemptuously called a cry of players. 1 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. Bru. I do not like this news, Sic. Nor I. [Exeunt Citizens. Bru. Let's to the Capitol :-'Would, half my wealth Would buy this for a lie! Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt, SCENE VII. A Camp; at a small distance from Rome. Enter AUFIDIUS, and his Lieutenant. Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman ? Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier Lieu. Auf, I understand thee well; and be thou sure, When he shall come to his account, he knows not To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think Rome? you he'll carry Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down; And the nobility of Rome are his : The senators, and patricians, love him too: To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome, The happy man; whether defect of judgment, 6 As is the osprey-] Osprey, a kind of eagle, ossifraga. whether 'twas pride, Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man; whether, &c.] Aufidius assigns three probable reasons of the miscarriage of Coriolanus; pride, which easily follows an uninterrupted train of success; unskilfulness 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, Even with the same austerity and garb 8 Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, 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'd' 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. coy'd-] i. e. condescended unwillingly, with reserve. |