Sic. This is most likely! Com. You have brought Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may A trembling upon Ro..., such as was never Good Marcius home again. [wish So incapable of help. Sic. The very trick on't. Men. This is unlikely: He and Aufidius can no more atone,* 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 What lay before them. Enter COMINIUS. [took Com. He will shake Your Rome about your ears. Men. As Hercules [much Tri. Say not, we brought it. Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like beasts, [ters, And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusWho did hoot him out o'the city. Com. But, I fear, They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, Enter a Troop of CITIZENS. Men. Here come 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 As you threw caps up, will he tumble down, Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news. 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 ed to his banishment, yet it was against our for the best: and though we willingly consent will. Com. You are goodly things, you voices! Good work, you and your cry!*-Shall us to the Capitol? Com. O, ay; what else? [Exeunt Coм. and MEN. Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd; Did shake down mellow fruit: You have made These are a side, that would be glad to have And so he thinks, and is no less apparent To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, [state; And shows good husbandry for the Volcian 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 Whene'er we come to our account. [mine, Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? [down; Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits And the nobility of Rome are his : The senators, and patricians, love him 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 As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it Even with the same austerity and garb One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; mine. ACT V. SCENE 1.-Rome.-A Public Place. Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and others. Men. No, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath said, [him Which was sometime his general; who lov'd In a most dear particular. He call'd me, father: An eagle that preys on fish. The chair of civil authority. 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* To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. Com. He would not seem to know me. Men. Do you hear? Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops Men. Why, so; you have made good work: When it was less expected: He replied, Could he say less? Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard For his private friends: His answer to me was, He could not stay to pick them in a pile Of noisome, musty chaff: He said, 'twas folly, For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt, And still to nose the offence. Men. For one poor grain Or two? I am one of those; his mother, wife, His child, and this brave fellow too, we are the grains: You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt Above the moon: We must be burnt for you. Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid In this so never-heeded help, yet do not [you Upbraid us with our distress. But, sure, if Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, More than the instant army we can make, Men. No; I'll not meddle. Bru. Only make trial what your love can de For Rome towards Marcius. Men. Well, and say that Marcius But as a discontented friend, grief-shot Sic. Yet your good will Must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure As you intended well. Men. I'll undertake it: I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him Till he be dieted to my request, Bru. You know the very road into his kindAnd cannot loose your way. [ness, + Harassed by exactions. Memorial. Mex. Good faith, I'll prove him, Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge Of my success. Com. He'll never hear him. Sic. Not? [Exit. Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye Unless his noble mother, and his wife; [Exeunt. SCENE II-An advanced Post of the Volcian Camp, before Rome. The GUARD at their Stations. Enter to them, MENENIUS. 1 G. Stay: Whence are you? 2 G. Stand, and go back. Men. You guard like men; 'tis well; But, by your leave, I am an officer of state, and come To speak with Coriolanus. 1 G. From whence? Men. From Rome. Men. Has he dined, can'st thou tell? for would not speak with him till after dinner. 1 G. You are a Roman, are you? Men. I am as thy general is. 1 G. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groaus of old women, the virgi nal palms of your daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed datant* as you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon. Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would use me with estimation. 2 G. Come, my captain knows you not. Men. I mean, thy general. 1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go, lest I let forth your half pint of blood;-back,—that's the utmost of your having:-back. Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,————— Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you; you shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall perceive that a Jack‡ 1 G. You may not pass, you must return: guardant cannot office me from my son Corio our general Will no more hear from thence. 2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire before You'll speak with Coriolanus. Men. Good my friends, If you have heard your general talk of Rome, nius. 1 G. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your Is not here passable. [name Men. I tell thee, fellow, read His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplified; Would without lasping suffer: nay, some- I have tumbled past the throw; and in his Have, almost, stamp'd the leasing: fore, fellow, I must have leave to pass. There 1 G. 'Faith, Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back. Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always factionary on the party of your general. z G. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you say, you have,) I am one that, telling true under him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back. lanus: guess, but by my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st not i'the state of hanging, or of some death more long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee.The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does! O, my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to thee; but being assured, none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like a block, hath de. nied my access to thee. Cor. Away! Men. How! away? 1 G. Now, Sir, is your name Menenius. 2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: You know the way home again. 1 G. Do you hear how we are shent* for keeping your greatness back? 2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon? Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general: for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, you are so slight. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another. Let your general do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and your misery increase with your age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away! [Exit. 1 G. A noble fellow, I warrant him. 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. The first conditions, which they did refuse, Will I lend ear to.-Ha! what shout is this? Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow n supplication nod: and my young boy And knew no other kin. Vir. My lord and husband! Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus Makes you think so. Cor. Like a dull actor now, [chang'd. I have forgot my part, and I am out, Vol. O, stand up bless'd! Cor. What is this? [Kneels. Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach Vol. Thou art my warrior; I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady ? Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours, Cor. The god of soldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform To shame unvulnerable, and stick i'the wars Vol. Your knee, Sirrah. Cor. That's my brave boy. Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myAre suitors to you. Cor. I beseech you, peace: [self Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; never Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Vol. O, no more, no more! we'll [request? Hear nought from Rome in private.-Your Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment, And state of bodies would bewray what life We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Are we come hither: since that thy sight which should Rome. with comforts, Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance | Like one i'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy; [life When she (poor hen!) fond of no second Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow; Making thy mother, wife, and child, to see Our comfort in the country. We must find With manacles thorough our streets, or else Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, Vir. Ay, and on mine, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your Living to time. [name fight. Boy. He shall not tread on me; I'll run away, till I am bigger, but then I'll Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be, Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. I have sat too long. Vol. Nay go not from us thus. [Rising. If it were so, that our request did tend demn us, As poisonous of your honour: No; our suit This we receiv'd; and each in either side son, The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs?-Daughter, speak [boy: you: He cares not for your weeping.-Speak thou, Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more Than can our reasons.-There is no man in the world [prate More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me + The refinements. • Concluda brood, Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, Loaden with honour. Say, my request's un just, And spurn me back: But, if it be not so, Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which To a mother's part belongs.-He turns away: Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees. To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride, This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, Cor. O mother, mother! [Holding VOLUMNIA by the Hands, silent. What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene Cor. I dare be sworn, you were: part, [you, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray Stand to me in this cause.-O mother! wife! Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour At difference in thee: out of that I'll work [Aside. [The ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. Cor. Ay, by and by; [To VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear A better witness back than words, which we [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Rome.-A public Place. Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS. Men. See you yond' coign o'the Capitol: yond' corner stone? Sic. Why, what of that? Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the * Angle. |