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3 Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.
Both. Wherefore I wherefore?
3 Ser. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Caius Marcius.
i Ser. Why do you say, thwack our General
3 Ser. I do not say, thwack our General ; but he was always good enough for him.
2 Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends; he was ever too hard for him, I have heard him say so himself.
I Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on't: before Gorioli, he scocht him and notcht him like a carbonado.
2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too.
i Ser. But, more of thy news ;
3 Ser. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars : set at upper end o'th' table; no question afk'd him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him. Our General himself makes a mistress of him, sanctifies himself with's hands, and turns up the white o' th' eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our General is cut i' th' middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday. For the other has half, by the intreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and sowie the porter of Rome gates by thears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage pollid.
2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine. 3 Ser. Do't! he will do't ; for look you, Sir, he has
friends as enemies; which friends, Sir, as it were, durft not (look you, Sir) shew themselves (as we term it) his friends, whilft he's in directitude.
i Ser. Dire&titude! what's that?
3 Ser. But when they fall fee, Sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burroughs (like conies after rain) and revel all with him.
u Ser. But when goes this forward ? VOL. VI.
3 Ser. To-morrow, to-day, presently, you shall have the drum ftruck up this afternoon ; 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feat, and to be executed ere they wipe Their lips.
2 Ser. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again? this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease taylors, and breed ballad-makers.
i Ser. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; melld, deaf, sleepy, insensible, a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
2 Ser. 'Tis fo; and as war in some sort may be said to be a ravither, so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.
i Ser. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
3 Ser. Reason, because they then less need one another: the wars, for my money. I hope, to fee Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are riling, they are rising. Both. In, in, in, in.
SCENE, a public Place in Rome.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus. )
E hear not of him, neither need we fear him;
His remedies are tame i'th' present peace, And quietness o'th' people, which before Were in wild hurry. Here we make his friends Blush, that the world goes well ; who rather had,
(33) We bear not of bim, neither need we fear bim,
His remedies are tame : the prefent peace
Were in wild kurry.) As this passage has been hitherto pointed, it labours under two absurdities ; first, that the peace abroad, and the qu etness of the populace at home, are callid -Marcius's remedies ; wl ereas, in truth, these were the impediments of his revenge : In the next place, the latter branch of the sentence is imperfect and ungrammatical. My regulation prevents both these inconveniencies.
Though they themselves did suffer by't, beheld
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late. Hail, Sir!
Men. Hail to you both!
Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much miss’d, but with his friends; the commonwealth doth stand, and sa would do, were he more angry at it.
Men. All's well, and might have been much better, if he could have temporiz’d.
Sic. Where is he, hear you ?
Men. Nay, I hear nothing :
Enter three or four Citizens.
i Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray
Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours :
All. Now the gods keep you !
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Brú. Caius Marcius was
Sic. And affecting one sole throne,
Men. Nay, I think not so.
Sic. We had by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth consul, found it so.
Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him.
Ædile. Worthy tribunes,
Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius
Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt. It cannot be,
Men. Cannot be !
Sic. Tell not me :
Bru. Not poflible.
Inter a Messenger.
Sic. 'Tis this slave :
Nothing but his report !
Mel. Yes, worthy Sir,
Sic. What more fearful?
Mef. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
Sic. This is most likely !
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may with
Sic. The very trick on't.
Men. This is unlikely.
(34) He and Aufidius can no more be one
Than violenteft contrariety.)
Then is there mirth in heav'n,