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With such a careless force and forceless care 40 I would have been much more a fresher man, 20
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit.
SCENE VI.-Another Part of the Plains.
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Dio. I would correct him.
Ere that correction.
Troilus, I say! what,
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas: shall it be?
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a
No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well; 28
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Plains.
Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Tro. O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, It is decreed, Hector the great must die.
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand,
Dio. He is my prize; I will not look upon.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Achil. Now I do see thee. Ha! have at thee,
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike! this is the ran I seek. [HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down!
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. 12 On! Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, 'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.'
[A retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. 16
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
Pleas'd with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
AS TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.
Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and Good traders in the flesh, set this in your
As many as be here of pander's hall,
CAIUS MARCIUS, afterwards Caius Marcius | A Citizen of Antium.
ADRIAN, a Volsce.
TITUS LARTIUS, Generals against the Vol- Two Volscian Guards.
TULLUS AUFIDIUS, General of the Volscians.
Conspirators with Aufidius.
NICANOR, a Roman.
VOLUMNIA, Mother to Coriolanus.
Gentlewoman, attending on Virgilia.
Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians,
SCENE.-Rome and the Neighbourhood; Corioli and the Neighbourhood; Antium.
First Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?
All. No more talking on't; let it be done. Away, away!
Sec. Cit. One word, good citizens.
First Cit. We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good. What authority surfeits on would relieve us. If they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; but they think we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularise their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. 26
Sec. Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
Sec. Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country?
First Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for 't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
Sec. Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. 36 First Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though softconscienced men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.
First Cit. Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
When you curse them as enemies.
First Cit. Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.
'Fore me, this fellow speaks! what then? what then?
First Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
Who is the sink o' the body,-
What could the belly answer?
Note me this, good friend; 133 Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, "That I receive the general food at first, Which you do live upon; and fit it is; Because I am the store-house and the shop Of the whole body: but, if you do remember, I send it through the rivers of your blood, 141 Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;
And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins From me receive that natural competency 145 Whereby they live. And though that all at
You, my good friends,'-this says the belly, mark me,
First Cit. Ay, sir; well, well.
"Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each, Yet I can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flour of all, And leave me but the bran.' What say you to 't?
Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,