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Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee

straight,
And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits to thee; for I will fight
Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under' fiends. But if so be
Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am
Longer to live most weary, and present
My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice :
Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool;
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.
Auf.

0, Marcius, Marcius,
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my

heart
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say,
'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee,
All noble Marcius.-0, let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd the moon with splinters ! Here I clip
The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,

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I loved the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my

threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,3
Or lose mine arm for’t: Thou hast beat me out 4
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy;' and, pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.
Cor.

You bless me, Gods! Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission; and set down, As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own

ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote,

3 Arm. 4 Full. 5 Years of age.

To fright them, ere destroy. But come in:
Let me commend thee first to those, that shall
Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes !
And more a friend than e'er an enemy;
Yet, Marcius, that was much, Your hand! Most

welcome!

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. 1 Serv. [Advancing.) Here's a strange alteration!

2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.

1 Sero. What an arm he has ! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set upa top.

2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought,-I cannot tell how to term it.

1 Serv. He had so: looking as it were,—'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.

2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i' the world.

1 Serv. I think, he is : but a greater soldier than he, you wot" one.

2 Serv. Who? my master ?
1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.
2 Serv. Worth six of him.

i Serv. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to be the greater soldier.

2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.

6 Know.

1 Serv, Ay, and for an assault too.

Re-enter third Servant. 3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals.

1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake.

3 Serr. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemned man.

1.2. Serv. Wherefore? wherefore ?

3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,-Caius Marcius.

1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general ?

3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him.

2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he was ever too hard for him ; I have heard him say so himself.

1 Sero. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and notched him like a carbonado.7

2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broiled and eaten him too.

1 Serv. But, more of thy news?

3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars : set at

upper

end o'the table : no question asked him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him : Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o’the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one half of what he was

7 Meat cut across to be broiled.

yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll

go,
he

says, and sowle 8 the porter of Rome gates by the ears : He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polled.9

2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.

3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which friends, sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you sir,) show themselves (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in directitude,

1 Serv. Directitude! what's that?

3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood,' they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.

i Serv. But when goes this forward ?

3 Sero. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon : 'tis, as it were, a parcela of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rast iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

i Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.} Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, 4 deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than wars a destroyer of men.

2 Serv. 'Tis so: and as wars, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

$ Pull.

9 Cut clear.

2 Part.

3 Rumour.

1 Vigour.
4 Softened.

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