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Now, Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work, That we with smoking swords may march from hence,

To help our fielded friends !-Come, blow thy blast. They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some Senators and others.

Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?

I SEN. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark! our drums

[Drums afar off. Are bringing forth our youth! we'll break our walls, Rather than they shall pound us up our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes;

All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale With flight and agu'd fear! Mend, and charge home,

Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, And make my wars on you! look to't come on; If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, As they us to our trenches followed. Another Alarum. The Volsces and Romans reenter, and the fight is renewed. The Volsces retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them to the gates.

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2 ROм. And I this.

3 ROM. A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
[Alarum continues afar off.

Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS, with a
trumpet.

MAR. See here these movers, that do prize their hours At a crack'd dram! Cushions, leaden spoons, Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-down with them!

And hark, what noise the general makes !-To him!
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the city;
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.
LART.

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;

Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.
MAR.

Sir, praise me not;

My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well: The blood I drop is rather physical

Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus

I will appear, and fight.

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LART.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune,

Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!

MAR.
Thy friend no less,
Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
LART. Thou worthiest Marcius!-

[Exit MARCIUS.

Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Call thither all the officers o' the town, Where they shall know our mind: away!

[Exeunt.

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Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen, and one infect another
Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell

Enter TITUS LARTIUS. LART. What is become of Marcius? ALL.

Slain, sir, doubtless. I SOL. Following the fliers at the very heels, With them he enters: who, upon the sudden, Clapp'd-to their gates: he is himself alone, To answer all the city. LART. O noble fellow ! Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword,

Marcius:

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MESS. Above an hour, my lord.

COм. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:

How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,

And bring thy news so late?

MESS. Spies of the Volsces Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel

And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Three or four miles about; else had I, sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.
COM.
Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods!
He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
Before-time seen him thus.

A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.

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More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue

Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. From every meaner man.
Look, sir.

I SOL.
LART. O, 'tis Marcius!
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

[They fight, and all enter the city,

SCENE V.--Within Corioli. A Street.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.

I ROM. This will I carry to Rome,

MAR.

Enter MARCIUS.

Come I too late? COм. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own. MAR. O! let me clip ye In arms as sound as when I woo'd; in heart As merry as when our nuptial day was done, And tapers burn'd to bedward! COM.

Flower of warriors,

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MAR.

Let him alone;
He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,
The common file, (a plague !—-Tribunes for them!)
The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge
From rascals worse than they.
COM.
But how prevail'd you ?
MAR. Will the time serve to tell? I do not
think.

Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field?
If not, why cease you till you are so?

COм. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fought, And did retire to win our purpose.

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MAR. How lies their battle? Know you on which They have plac'd their men of trust? COM. As I guess, Marcius, Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, Their heart of hope. very

MAR.

I do beseech you,

By all the battles wherein we have fought,

By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
We have made to endure friends, that you directly
Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates :
And that you not delay the present; but,
Filling the air with swords advanc'd and darts,
We prove this very hour.
COM.
Though I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking; take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.
MAR.

Those are they

That most are willing.-If any such be here,
(As it were sin to doubt) that love this painting
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Lesser his person than an ill report;
If any think brave death outweighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him alone, or so many so minded, [position,
Wave thus, [Waving his sword.] to express his dis-
And follow Marcius.

[They all shout, and wave their swords; take him up in their arms, and cast up their caps. O me, alone! make you a sword of me! If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volsces? none of you but is

Able to bear against the great Aufidius

A shield as hard as his. A certain number,

Though thanks to all, must I select from all;

The rest shall bear the business in some other fight, As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best inclin'd.

COM. March on, my fellows Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide in all with us.

[Excunt.

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Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor

More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
MAR. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
And the gods doom him after !
AUF.

Holla me like a hare.

If I fly, Marcius,

MAR. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleas'd: 'tis not my blood Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge Wrench up thy power to the highest. AUF. Wert thou the Hector, That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Thou shouldst not 'scape me here.

[They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of AUFIDIUS. Officious, and not valiant,-you have sham'd me In your condemned seconds.

[Exeunt fighting, driven out by MARCIUS.

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LART. O general, Here is the steed, we the caparison: Hadst thou beheld

MAR.

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More cruel to your good report, than grateful
To us that give you truly by your patience,
If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you
(Like one that means his proper harm) in manacles,
Then reason safely with you.-Therefore, be it
known,

As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Wears this war's garland: in token of the which,
My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
For what he did before Corioli, call him,
With all the applause and clamour of the host,
CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS !-Bear
The addition nobly ever!

[Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. ALL. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! COR. I will go wash;

And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush, or no: howbeit I thank you :--
I mean to stride your steed; and at all times,
To undercrest your good addition
To the fairness of my power.
COM.

So, to our tent;
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success.-You, Titus Lartius,
Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
The best, with whom we may articulate,
For their own good and ours.
LART.
I shall, my lord.
COR. The gods begin to mock me. I that now
Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg
Of my lord general.

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Pray now, no more: my mother, I am weary; yea, my memory is tir'd.Who has a charter to extol her blood, Have we no wine here? When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done COM. Go we to our tent: As you have done,-that's what I can; induc'd The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time As you have been,-that's for my country: It should be look'd to: come. He that has but effected his good will, Hath overta'en mine act.

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To hear themselves remember'd.
COM.

Should they not,
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
(Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store) of all
The treasure in this field achiev'd and city,
We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution,
At your only choice.
MAR.

I thank you, general;
But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it ;
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing.

[A long flourish. They all cry "MARCIUS!
MARCIUS!" cast up their caps and lances:
COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare.
MAR. May these same instruments, which you
profane,
[shall
Never sound more! when drums and trumpets
I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be
Made all of false-fac'd soothing!
When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk,
Let him be made an overture for the wars!
No more, I say! For that I have not wash'd
My nose that bled, or foil'd some debile wretch,-
Which, without note, here's many else have done,-
You shout me forth in acclamations hyperbolical;
As if I loved my little should be dieted
In praises sauc'd with lies.

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I SOL. Twill be deliver'd back on good condi-
AUF. Condition!-

I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volsce, be that I am.-Condition!
What good condition can a treaty find

I' the part that is at mercy?-Five times, Marcius,
I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me;
And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
As often as we eat.-By the elements,
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
He's mine, or I am his! Mine emulation
Hath not that honour in't it had; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force,
(True sword to sword) I'll potch at him some way,
Or wrath or craft may get him.
I SOL.
AUF. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's
poison'd,

He's the devil.

With only suffering stain by him; for him
Shall fly out of itself. Nor sleep nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick. Nor fame nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius! Where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there
Against the hospitable canon, would I
[city;
Wash my fierce hand in's heart!-Go you to the
Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must
Be hostages for Rome.
I SOL.
Will not you go? [you,
AUF. I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray
('Tis south the city mills) bring me word thither
How the world goes, that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey.
I SOL.

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Enter MENENIUS, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS. MEN. The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.

BRU. Good or bad?

MEN. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius.

SIC. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
MEN. Pray you, who does the wolf love?
SIC. The lamb.

MEN. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius.

BRU. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. MEN. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men : tell me one thing that I shall ask you.

BOTH TRI. Well, sir. MEN. In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you two have not in abundance?

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ACT II.

SCENE I.-Rome. A public Place. such weal's-men as you are, (I cannot call you Lycur guses) if the drink you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I cannot say your worships have delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables: and though I must be content to bear with those that say you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that tell you have good faces. If you see this in the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bisson conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too?

BRU. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. MEN. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs you wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fossetseller; and then rejourn the controversy of threepence to a second day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the colic, you make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamberpot, dismiss MEN. This is strange now: do you two know how the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your

BRU. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with

SIC. Especially in pride.

BRU. And topping all others in boasting.

MEN. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates.

you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the hearing all the peace you make in their cause is, right-hand file? do you? calling both the parties knaves. You are a pair of strange ones.

BOTH. Why, how are we censured? MEN. Because you talk of pride now,-will you not be angry?

BOTH. Well, well, sir, well?

MEN. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at your pleasures; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud?

BRU. We do it not alone, sir.

MEN. I know you can do very little alone, for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk of pride: O, that you could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves! O, that you could!

BRU. What then, sir?

MEN. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias fools) as any in Rome.

BRU. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bencher in the Capitol.

MEN. Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors since Deucalion; though, peradventure, some of the best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to your worships; more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians; I will be bold to take my leave of you.[BRUTUS and SICINIUS retire.

Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA,
attended.

How now, my as fair as noble ladies,-and the moon, were she earthly, no nobler,-whither do you follow your eyes so fast?

MEN. Ha! Marcius coming home?

SIC. Menenius, you are known well enough, too. MEN. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop VOL. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius apof allaying Tiber in't; said to be something imper-proaches ;-for the love of Juno, let's go. fect in favouring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-like upon too trivial motion; one that converses more with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the morning. What I think I utter, and spend my malice in my breath. Meeting two

VOL. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous approbation.

MEN. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee ! Hoo! Marcius coming home!

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VIR. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw

MEN. A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven years' health; in which time I will make a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative, of no better report than a horse-drench.-Is he not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded. VIR. O, no, no, no!

VOL. O, he is wounded,-I thank the gods for't. MEN. So do I too, if it be not too much :brings 'a victory in his pocket?-the wounds become him.

VOL. On's brows, Menenius, he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.

MEN. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? VOL. Titus Lartius writes,-they fought together, but Aufidius got off.

MEN. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so 'fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the senate possessed

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VOL. Good ladies, let's go.-Yes, yes, yes; the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly.

VAL. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

MEN. Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.

VIR. The gods grant them true!

VOL. True! pow, wow.

MEN. True! I'll be sworn they are true.-Where is he wounded? [To the Tribunes.] God save your good worships! Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud.-Where is he wounded? VOL. I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.

MEN. One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,there's nine that I know.

VOL. He had, before this last expedition, twentyfive wounds upon him.

MEN. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave. [A shout and flourish. Hark! the trumpets.

VOL. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears: Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Which, being advanc'd, declines; and then men die. A Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS and

TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, and a Herald.

HER. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight Within Corioli gates; where he hath won, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these In honour follows, Coriolanus:Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !

COM. COR.

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COR. My gracious silence, hail! Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, And mothers that lack sons.

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I warrant him consul.

BRU.

During his power, go sleep.

On the sudden,

Then our office may,

SIC. He cannot temperately transport his honours
From where he should begin and end; but will
Lose those he hath won.

BRU.
SIC.

In that there's comfort.

Doubt not

The commoners, for whom we stand, but they,

Upon their ancient malice, will forget,
With the least cause, these his new honours;

VOL. Nay, my good soldier, up.

And dispropertied their freedoms: holding them,
In human action and capacity,

Of no more soul nor fitness for the world,
Than camels in their war; who have their provand
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.
SIC.
This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall reach the people, (which time shall not want,
If he be put upon't; and that's as easy,

Which that he'll give them, make I as little As to set dogs on sheep) will be his fire

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To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.

BRU.

Enter a Messenger.

What's the matter?
MESS. You are sent for to the Capitol.
Tis thought that Marcius shall be consul:
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him, [gloves,
And the blind to hear him speak: matrons flung
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchief,
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue; and the commons made
A shower and thunder, with their caps and shouts :
I never saw the like.
BRU.
Let's to the Capitol ;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.
SIC.

Have with you.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same. The Capitol.
Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.

I OFF. Come, come, they are almost here.
many stand for consulships?

2 OFF. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.

I OFF. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.

2 OFF. Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground: therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition; and, out of his noble carelessness, lets them plainly see't.

1 OFF. If he did not care whether he had their love or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good nor harm; but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone that may fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he dislikes,-to flatter them for their love.

2 OFF. He hath deserved worthily of his country; and his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonneted, without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation and report: but he hath so planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.

I OFF. No more of him; he's a worthy man : How make way, they are coming.

A Sennet. Enter, with Lictors before them, COMI

NIUS the Consul, MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, many other Senators, SICINIUS and BRUTUS. The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take theirs also by themselves.

MEN. Having determined of the Volsces, And to send for Titus Lartius, it remains, As the main point of this our after-meeting,

To gratify his noble service that hath

Thus stood for his country: therefore, please you,
Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general

In our well-found successes, to report

A little of that worthy work perform'd

By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom

We meet here, both to thank, and to remember
With honours like himself.

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see,

He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
Than one on's ears to hear it?-Proceed, Cominius.

COR. You know the cause, sir, of my standing here.

Your loving motion toward the common body, To yield what passes here.

Sic.

We are convented

Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts

Inclinable to honour and advance

The theme of our assembly.

BRU.

Which the rather

We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember

A kinder value of the people than

COм. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly.-It is held, That valour is the chiefest virtue, And most dignifies the haver: if it be, The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpois'd. At sixteen years, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator, Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight, When with his Amazonian chin he drove The bristled lips before him: he bestrid An o'er-press'd Roman, and i' the consul's view Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met, And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats When he might act the woman in the scene, He prov'd best man i' the field, and for his meed He loves your people; Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil-age But tie him not to be their bedfellow.Worthy Cominius, speak.

He hath hereto priz'd them at.
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That's off, that's off; I would you rather had been silent. Please you

To hear Cominius speak?

BRU.

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Turn terror into sport: as weeds before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,

And fell below his stem: his sword, Dean's stamp,
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Was tim'd with dying cries: alone he enter'd
The mortal gate of the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny; aidless came off,
And with a sudden re-enforcement struck
Corioli like a planet : now all's his;
When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
'Twere a perpetual spoil: and, till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting.
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I CIT. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.

2 CIT. We may, sir, if we will.

3 CIT. We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a power that we have no power to do; for if he show us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds, and speak for them; so, if he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude; of the which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

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