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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.

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3 Ser.

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.

[Exeunt.

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
And quietness o'ib' people, which before

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.

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Though they themselves did suffer by't, beheld
Diffentious numbers peftring streets, than see
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
About their functions friendly.

Enter Menenius.
Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Menenius ?

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 :
His mother and his wife hear nothing from him.

Enter three or four Citizens.
A!. The gods preserve you both !
Sic. Good-e'en, neighbours.
Bru. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all.

i Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray

for
you

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Sic. Live and thrive.

Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours :
We wish’d, Coriolanus had lov'd you, as we did.

All. Now the gods keep you !
Buth Tri. Farewel, farewel. [Exeunt Citizens.

Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Than when these fellows ran about the streets,
Crying confufion.

Brú. Caius Marcius was
A worthy officer i'th' war, but insolent,
O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
Self-loving

Sic. And affecting one sole throne,
Without aslistance,

Men.

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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.

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Enter Ædile.

Ædile. Worthy tribunes,
There is a slave, whom he have put in prison,
Reports, the Volfcians with two several powers
Are entred in the Roman territories ;
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before 'em.

Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment,
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world ;
Which were in-shelld when Marcius stood for Rome,
And durft not once peep out.

Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius

Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt. It cannot be,
The Volscians dare break with us.

Men. Cannot be !
We have record, that very well it can:
And three examples of the like have been
Within my age. But reason with the fellow
Before you punish him, where he heard this ;
Left you shall chance to whip your information,
And beat the meslenger, who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.

Sic. Tell not me :
I know, this cannot be.

Bru. Not poflible.

Inter a Messenger.
Mef. The nobles in great earnestnefs are going
All to the Senate-house ; fome news is come,
That turns their countenances.

Sic. 'Tis this slave :
Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes : his raising !
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Nothing

Nothing but his report !

Mel. Yes, worthy Sir,
The slave's report is seconded, and more,
More fearful is delivered.

Sic. What more fearful?

Mef. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
How probable I do not know, that Marcius,
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome ;
And vows revenge as spacious, as between
The young'st and oldest thing.

Sic. This is most likely !

Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may with
Good Marcius home again.

Sic. The very trick on't.

Men. This is unlikely.
He and Aufidius can no more atone, (34)
Than violenteft contrariety.

Enter Messenger.
Mes. You are fent for to the Senate :
A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius,
Affociated with Aufidius, rages
Upon our territories ; and have already
O'er-born their way, consum'd with fire, and took
What lay before them..

Enter Cominius.
Com. Oh, you have made good work..
Men. What news ? what news?

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Than violenteft contrariety.)
This is only Mr. Pope's sophistication. I have restor'd the reading
of the genuine copies ;-can no more atone, i. e. be reconcil'd, agree ;
for in this sense the word, is as frequently used, as in the active one,
to pacify, to reconcile.
So in As you like it ;

Then is there mirth in heav'n,
When earthly things, made ev'n,

Atone together.
And in many other passages of our author.

Com.

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