We have compounded on. Auf. Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree He hath abused your powers. Cor. Traitor! how now! Auf. Cor. Ay, traitor, Marcius! Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name ; You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars? Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears! Cor. Auf. No more. Ha! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. 'Boy'! O slave! Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forced to scold. grave lords, Your judgements, my Must give this cur the lie and his own notion— First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. 90 100 110 Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. 'Boy'! false hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. 'Boy'! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? Sec. Lord. Peace, ho! no outrage: peace! The man is noble and his fame folds in This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. And trouble not the peace. Cor. Stand, Aufidius, O that I had him, 130 Insolent villain ! With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold! Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. First Lord. O Tullus, Sec. Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. Third Lord. Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords. 128. judicious, judicial, lawful. Auf. My lords, when you shall know-as in this rage, Provoked by him, you cannot-the great danger Myself your loyal servant, or endure First Lord. Bear from hence his body; And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Did follow to his urn. Sec. Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Auf. Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. A dead march sounded. 139. did owe you, made you liable to. 140 150 VOL. X 145 L |