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Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could

weep, And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Wel

come: A curse begin at very root of his heart, That is not glad to see thee!- You are three, That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men, We have some old crab-trees here at home, that will

Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:
We call a nettle, but a nettle; and
The faults of fools, but folly.

Ever right.
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Her. Give way there, and go on.

Your hand, and yours:

[To his wife and mother Ere in our own house I do shade my head, The good patricians must be visited; From whom I have received not only greetings, But with them change of honours. Vol.

I have lived To see inherited my very wishes, And the buildings of my fancy: only there Is one thing wanting, which I doubt not, but Our Rome will cast upon thee. Cor.

Know, good mother, I had rather be their servant in my way, Than sway with them in theirs. Com.

On, to the Capitol. [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before.

The Tribunes remain.
Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared

Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse
Into a rapture* lets her baby cry,
While she chats him: the kitchen malkint pins

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Her richest lockram* 'bout her reechyt neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, win.

Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd,
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earuesiness to see him: seld t-shown flamensg
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station ll. our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
of Phæbus' burning kisses: such a pother,
As if that whatsoever god, who leads him,
Were slily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

On the sudden,
I warrant him consul.

Then our office may,
During his power, go sleep.

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

In that there's comfort. Sic. Doubt not the commoners, for whom we

But they, upou their ancient malice, will
Forget, with the least cause, these his new honours;
Which that he'll give them, make as little question
As he is proud to do't.

I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i'the market-place, nor on him put
The napless** vesture of humility;
Nor, showing (as the mauner is) his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.

• Best linen,
+ Soiled with sweat and smoke.

s Priests.
|| Common standing-place.
** Thread.bare.



'Tis right. Bru. It was his word: 0, he would miss it, rather Than carry it, but by the suit o'the gentry to him, And the desire of the nobles. Sic.

I wish no better, Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it In execution.

Bru. 'Tis most like, he will.

Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills;
A sure destruction.

So it must fall out
To him, or our authorities. For an end,
We must suggest* the people, in what hatred
He still hath held them; that, to his power, he would
Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, 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 provandt
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.

This, as you say, suggested At some time when his soaring insolence Shall teach the people (which time shall not want, If he be put upon't; and that's as easy, As to set dogs on sheep), will be his fire To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze Shall darken him for ever.

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 duinb men throng to see him, and the blind To hear him speak: The matrons Aung their gloves, Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs,

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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,

Let's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.

Have with you.


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Enter two Officers, to lay cushions. 1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand for consulships?

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

1 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 flatter'd 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 himtheir 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 hatb 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, bonnetted t, 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,

1 Off. No more of him; he is a worthy man: Make way, they are coming.

A sennet. Enter, with Lictors before thein, Comi

nius, the Consul, Menenius, Coriolanus, many other Senators, Sicinius and Brutus. The Sena. tors take their places; the Tribunes take theirs also by themselves.

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Mon. Having determind of the Volces, and
To seud 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

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 himseif.
1 Sen.

Speak, good Cominius;

• Adversary.

+ Took off caps.

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