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are, long; and your misery increase with your age! Even to a full disgrace.--Best of my flesh, I say to you, as I was said to, Away! [Exit. Forgive my tyranny; but do not say,

illach. A noble fellow, I warrant him. For that, Forgive our Romans.-0, a kiss 2 W'atch. The wo:thy fellow is our general: Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. 5 Now by the jealous queen of heaven", that kiss

[Exeunt. I carried froni thee, dear; and by my true lip SCENE III.

Hath virgin'dit e'er since.--You gods! I prate,

And the most noble mother of the world
A Teni.

Leave unsaluted: Sink, my knee, i' the earth;
Enter Coriolanus and Aufidius.

Kneels. Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to- Of the deep duty more impression shew morrow

Than that of common sons. Set down our host.-My partner in this action, Vol. O, stand up

blest ! You must report to the Volcian lords, how plainly' Whilst, with no softer cushion than the fint, I have borne this business.

151 kneel before thee; and unproperly Auf. Only their ends

Shew duty, as mistaken all the while [Kneels. You have respected; stopp'd your ears against Between the child and parent. The general suit of Rome; never admitted Cor. What is this? A private whisper, no, not with such friends Your knees to me? to your corrected son? That thought them sure of you.

20 Then let the pebbles on the hungry beech Cor. This last old man,

Fillop the stars; then let the mutmous winds Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun; Lov'd me above the measure of a father; Murd'ring impossibility, to make Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge What cannot be, slight work. Was to send him: for whose old love, I have Vil. Thou art my warrior ! (Though I shew'd sourly to him)once more offer'd I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? The first conditions, which they did refuse,

[Pointing to Valeria. And cannot now accept, to grace him only, Cor. The noble sister of Publicola, That thought he could do more; a very little The moon of Rome; chaste as the isicle I have yielded too: Fresh embassies, and suits, 30 That's curdled by the frost from purest snow, Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter And hangs on Dian's temple: Dear Valeria! Will I lend ear to.-Ha! What shout is this? Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours, [Shout within.

(Shewing young Marcius. Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow

Which by the interpretation of full time In the same tiine 'tis made? I will not. 35 May shew like all yourselt.

Cor. The god of soldiers, Enter Virgilia, Volunnia, Valeria, young Nar- With the consent of supreme Jove, inform cius, with Attendants, all in mourning.

Thy thoughts with nobleness: that thou inay'st My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mold

prove Wherein this trunk was fram’d, and in her hand 40 To shame invulnerable, and stick i’ the wars The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection! Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, Ali bond and privilege of nature, break!

And saving those that eye thee! Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate.

Vd. Your knee, sirrah. What is that curt'sy worth? or those dove's eyes, Cor. That's my brave boy. Which can make gods forsworn?-I melt, and 45 Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myam not

self, Ofstronger earth than others.—My mother bows;

Are suitors to you. As if Olympus to a mole-hill should

Cor. I beseech you, peace: In supplication nod: and my young boy Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; Hath an aspect of intercession, which 50 The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never Great Nature cries, Deny not.-Let the Volces Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, Again with Rome's mechanics:-Tell me not As if a man were author of himself,

Wherein I seem unnatural: Desire not And knew no other kin.

155 To allay my rages and revenges, with Virg. My lord and husband !

Your colder reasons.
Cor. These eyes are not the samelwore in Rome. Vol. Oh, no more, no more!

Virg. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang’d, You have said, you will not grant us any thing; Makes you think so.

For we have nothing else to ask, but that Cor. Like a dull actor now,

60 Which you deny already: Yet, we will ask; I have forgot my part, and I am out,

That, if we fail in our request, the blame

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May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us. Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name,

Cor. Aufidius, and you Volces, mark; for we'll Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses; Hear noughtfroin Romeinprivate.--Yourrequest? Whose chronicle thus writ,-“Themanwasnoble, Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our “ But with his last attempt he wip'd it out, raiment

5 Destroy'd his country, and his name remains And state of bodies would bewray what life “ To the ensuing age,abhorr’d.” Speak to me,son: We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself, Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour, How more unfortunate than all living women To imitate the graces of the gods; Are we come hither : since that thy sight, which To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, should

[comforts, 10 And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with That should but rive an oak2. Why dost not speak? *Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man sorrow;

Still to remember wrongs?-Daughter,speak you; Making the mother, wife, and child, to see He cares not for your weeping.--Speak thou, boy; The son, the husband, and the father, tearing 15 Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more His country's bowels out. And to poor we, Than can our reasons.—There is no man in the Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us


[prate, Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me That all but we enjoy: For how can we,

Like one i' the stocks. Thou hast never in thy Alas! how can we for our country pray,

20 Shew'd thy dear mother any courtesy; [lite Whereto we are bound; together withthy victory, When she, (poor hen !) fond of no second brood, Whereto we are bound? Alack! or we must lose Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, The country, our dear nurse; or else thy person,

Loaden with honour. Say, my request 'š unjust, Our comfort in the country.

We must find And spurn me back: But, if it be not so, An evident calamity, though we had

25 Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, Our wish, which side should win: for either thou That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which Must, as a foreign recreant, be led

To a mother's part belongs.--He turns away: With manacles thorough our streets; or else Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees. Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin; To his surname Coriolanus ’longs more pride, And bear the palm, for having bravely shed 30 Than pity to our prayers. Down: An end : Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son, This is the last:-So we will home to Rome, I purpose not to wait on fortune, 'till

And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold us: These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, Rather to shew a noble grace to both parts, But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner 35 Does reason * our petition with more strength March to assault thy country, than to tread Than thou hast to deny't.-Come, let us go: (Trust to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb, This fellow had a Volce to his mother; That brought thee to this world.

His wife is in Corioli, and this child Virg. Ay, and mine,

Like him by chance :-Yet give us our dispatch: That brought you forth this boy,to keep your name 401 am hushi'd until our city be afire, Living to time.

And then I'll speak a little. Boy. He shall not tread on me;

Cor. Mother, mother !I'll run away 'till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.

[Holds her by the hands, silent, Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be, What have you done? Behold, the heavens doope, Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. 45 The gods look down, and this unnatural scene I have sat too long.

They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! Fol. Nay, go not from us thus.

You liave won a happy victory to Rome: If it were so, that our request did tend

But, for your son-believe it, 0, believe it, To save the Romaus, thereby to destroy.[us, Most dangerously, you have with him prevail'd, The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn 50 If not most mortal to him. But, let it come:As poisonous of your honour: No; our suit Aufidius, though I cannot inake true wars, Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volces I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, May say, “ This mercy we have shew'd;" the Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard Romans,

A mother less ? or granted less, Aufidius? “ This we receiv’d;" and each in either side 55 Auf. I was mov'd withal. Give the all-hail to thee, and cry,

“ Be blest

Cor. I dare be sworn, you were : "for making up this peace!" Thou know'st,great And, sir, it is no little thing, to make son,

Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, The end of war's uncertain ; but this certain, What peace you'll make, advise me: Formy part, That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit 160|I'll not to Roine,I'll back with you: and pray you,

· That is, constrains the eye to reep, and the heart to shake. · The meaning is, to threaten much, and yet bc merciful. i.e. keeps me in a state of ignoininy, talking to no purpose. : i.e. argue for.

Stand hark yoll;

Stand to me in this cause.-0 mother! wife !

Enter another Messenger. Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy

Sic. What's the news? honour

Mes. Good news, good news;-The ladies have At difference in thee: out of that I'll work

prevail'd, Myself a former fortune'.

[ 4 side. 5 The Volces are dislodg’d, and Marcius gone: [The Ladies mahe signs to Coriolanus. A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, Cor. Ay, by-and-by;

No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins. But we will drink together; and you shall bear Sic. Friend,

įTo Volumnia, lirgiliu, dc. art thou certain, this is true; is it most certain ?
A better witness back than words, which we', 10 lles. As certain, as I know the sun is fire:
On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. Where haveyou lurk’d, that you makedoubt of it?
Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve Ne'er through an arch so hurry'd the blown tide,
To have a temple built you: all the swords As the recomforted through the gates. Why,
In Italy, and her confederate arms,
Could not have made this peace.

[Ercunt. 15 [Trumpets, hautboys, drums beat, all together.

The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fites,

Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, The Forum in Rome.

Make the sun dance. Hark you! (A shout within. Enter lenenius and Sicinius.

Alen. This is good news: Men. See you yon coign o' the Capitol; yon 20 [ will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia corner-stone?

Is worth, of consuls, senators, patricians, Sic. Why, what of that?

A city full; of tribunes, such as you, Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day; your little finger, there is some hope ihe ladies of This morning, for ten thousand of


throats Rome, especially his mother,may prevail with him. 25 I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! But, I say, there is no hope in 't; our throats are

[Sound still, with the shouts. sentenc'd, and stay upon execution.

Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings : Sic. Is 't possible, that so short a time can alter Accept my thankfulness.

[next, the condition of a man?

Mes. Sir, we have all great cause to give great Jen. There is difference between a grub, and 30

thanks. a butterily; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Sic. They are near the city? Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has Nes. Almost at point to enter. wings; he's more than a creeping thing.

Sic. We'll meet them, and help the joy. [Ereunt. Sic. He lov'd his mother dearly.

Enter two Senators, with the Ladies passing over Men. Sadid he me: and he no more remembers 33

the stage, &c. &c. his mother now, than an eight-year old horse?. Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome :. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When

Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground And inaketriumphant fires; strew flowers before shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce

them : a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his 40 Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing Repeal him with the welcome of his mother: made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is Cry,- Welcome, ladies, welcome! finish'd with his bidding. He wants nothing of a All, Welcome, ladies, welcome! god, but eternity, and a heaven to throne in.

[A Flourish with drums and trumpets. Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Alen. I paint him in the character. Mark what

SCENE mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is

A public Place in Antium. no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants. inale tiger; and that shall our poor city find: and Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: all this is ’long of you.

50 Deliver them this paper: having read it, Sic. The gods be good unto us!

Bid tiem repair to the market-place; where I, Men.No,in such a case the gods will not be good

Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, 'unto us. When we banish'd him, we respected

Will youch the truth of it. He I accuse, not them: and, he returning to break our necks, The city ports by this hath enter'd, and they respect not us.

155 Intends to appear before the people, hoping Enter a Messenger.

To purge himself with words: Dispatch.-Most Mes.Sir,if you'd save your lite, fly to your house: welcome! The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,

Enterthrccor fourConspiratorsef Aufidius faction. And hale him up and down; all swearing, if

1 Con. How is it with our general ? The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, 601 Auf. Even so, They'll give him death by inches.

JAs with a man by his own alms impoison'd, ' I will take advantage of this concession to restore myself to my former credit and power. 'Subintelligitur remembers his dum.

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And with his charity slain.

Auf. Say no more; 2 Con. Most noble sir,

Here come the lords. If you do hold the same intent wherein

Enter the Lords of the city. You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you

Lords, You are most welcome home, Of your great danger.

5 Auf. I have not deserv'd it. Auf. Sir, I cannot tell;

But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd We must proceed, as we do find the people, What I have written to you?

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst Lords. We have. 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. Makes the survivor heir of all.

10 What faults he made before the last, I think, Auf. I know it;

Might have found easy fines : but there to end, And my pretext to strike at him admits

Where he was to begin; and give away A good construction. I rais’d him, and I pawn'd The benefit of our levies, answering us Minehonour forhistruth:Whobeing so heigliten’d, With our own charge'; making a treaty, where He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, 15 There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. Seducing so my friends : and, to this end,

Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. He bow'd his nature, never known before Enter Coriolanus, with drums and colours; the But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

Commons being with him. 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,

Cor, Hail, lords! I am return’d your soldier; When he did stand for consul, which he lost 20 No more infected with my country's love, By lack of stooping

Than when I parted hence; but still subsisting Auf. That I would have spoke of:

Under your great command. You are to know, Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; That prosperously I have attempted, and Presented to my knife his throat: I took him ; With bloody passage led your wars, even to Made hun joint servant with me; gave him way 25The gates of Rome. Our spoil, we have brought In all his own desires; nay, let him choose,

Out of iny files, his projects to accomplish, Doth more than counterpoise, a full third part,
My best and freshest men; servd his designments The charges of the action. We have made peace,
In mine own person; holp to reap the fame, With no less honour to the Antiates,
Which he didend all his; and took some pride 130 Thanshame to the Romans: Andwe here deliver,
To do myself this wrong; 'till, at the last, Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
I seem’d his follower, not partner; and

Together with the seal o’the senate, what
Hewag'd' me with his countenance, as if We have compounded on.
I had been mercenary.

Auf. Read it not, noble lords; 1 Con. So he did, my lord ;

35 But tell the traitor, in the highest degree The army marvell’d at it. And, in the last,

He hath abus'd your powers. When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd Cor. Traitor --How now? For no less spoil, than glory,

Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius. Auf. There was it ;

Cor. Marcius!

[think Forwhich mysinews shail be stretch'd upon him ?. 40 Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou At a few drops of women's rheum, which are

thee with that robbery, thy stoln name
As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Coriolanus, in Corioli?-
Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark ! He has betray'd your business, and given up,

[Drumsand trumpets sound, twith great shouts 45 for certain drops of salt, your city Rome
of the people.

(I say, your city) to his wife and mother :
1 Con. Your native town you enter'dlike a post, Breaking his oath and resolution, like
And had no welcomes home; but he returns, A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
Splitting the air with noise,

Counsel o’the war; but at his nurse's tears 2 Con. And patient fools,

50 He whin'd and roar'd away your victory; Whose childrenhehath slain, theirbase throats tear, That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart With giving him glory.

Look'd wondering each at other. 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage,

Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars ?Ere he express himself, or move the people Auf: Name not the god, thou boy of tears.With what he would say, let himn feel your sword, 55 Cor. Ha ! Which we will second." When he lies along, Auf. No more. After your way, his tale pronounc'd shall bury Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart His reasons with his body.

Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is, He prescribed to me with an air of authority, and gave me his countenance for my tenges; thought me sufficiently rewarded with good looks. This is the point on which I will attack him with my utmost abilities. ? That is, rewarding us with our own expences.


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Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever

Marcius, who falls, and Aufidius stards on I was forc'd to scold. Your judgements, my grave

him. lords,

Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion Auf: My noble masters, hear me speak. (Who wears my stripes imprest upon himn; that 5 1 Lord. O Tullus,Must bear my beating to his grave) shall join 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat To thrust the lie unto him.

Valour will weep.

[quiet; 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. 3 Lord. Tread not upon hiin.Masters all, be

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces, men and lads, Put up your swords. Stain all your edges in me.—Boy! l'alse hound ! 10 Auf: My lords, when you shall know (as in this Ji you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,

rage, That, like an cagle on a dove-cote, I

Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli:

Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice Alone I did it. -Boy!

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours Auf: Why, noble lords,

15 To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Myself your loyal servant, or endure Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,

Your heaviest censure. 'Fore your own eves and ears?

1 Lord, Bear from hence his body, Ail Con. Let him die for’t.

And mourn you for him : let him be regarded All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently. 20. Is the most noble corse, that ever herald

[The crowd speak promiscuously. Did follow to his urn. He kill'd my son,-My daughter, -Ile kill'd my 2 Lord. His own impatience cousin Marcus,

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. He kill'd my father.

Let's make the best of it, 2 Lord. Peace, ho ;--no outrage ;-peace.- 25. Auf. My rage is gone, The man is noble, and his fame folds in

And I am struck with sorrow.—Take him up: This orb o'the earth': Hlis last offences to us i Ielp, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.. Shall have judicious hearing.--Stand, Autidius, Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: And trouble not the peace.

Trail your steel pikes.—Though in this city he Cor. O, that I had him,

30 Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

Which to this hour bewail the injury; To use my lawful sword !

Yet he shall have a noble memory Auf. Insolent villain!

Assist. All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

[Ereunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead (Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill 35 march sounded.

lie, his fame overspreads the worldi.

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