Vol. I'th' Shoulder, and i' th' left Arm, there will be large Cicatrices to fhew the People, when he fhall ftand for his place, he receiv'd in the Repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i' th' Bodv. Mex. Óne i' th' Neck, and two i'th' Thigh; there's nine that I know. Vol. He had, before his laft Expedition, twenty five Wounds upon him. Men. Now 'tis twenty feven, every gafh was an Enemy's Grave. Hark, the Trumpets. [A Shout and Flourish. Vol. These are the Ufhers of Martius; Before him he carries Noife, And behind him he leaves Tears: Death, that dark Spirit, in's nervy Arm doth lye, Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Martius did fight These in Honour follows, Caius Martins Coriolanus. [Sound. All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus. Flourish. Cor. No more of this, it does offend my Heart; pray now no more. Com. Look, Sir, your Mother. Cor. Oh! you have, I know, petion'd all the Gods for my Prosperity. Vol. Nay, my good Soldier, up: My gentle Martins, worthy Caius, And by deed-atchieving Honour newly nam'd, What is it, Coriolanus, muft I call thee? But oh, thy Wife, Cor. My gracious filence, hail: [Kneels. Would't thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd home, Such Eyes the Widows in Coriolus wear, And Mothers that lack Sons. Men. Men. Now the Gods crown thee. Com. And live you yet? Oh my fweet Lady, pardon. Vol. I know not where to turn. Oh welcome home; and welcome General, And y'are welcome all, Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: You are three that Rome fhould dote on: We call a Nettle, but a Nettle, Cor. Menenius, ever, ever. E'er in our own House I do fhade my The good Patricians must be vifited, Head, From whom I have receiv'd not only Greetings, But with them, change of Honours. To fee inherited my very Wishes, Which, I doubt not but that our Rome Will caft upon thee. Cor. Know, good Mother, I had rather be their Servant in my way, Than fway with them in theirs. Com. On, to the Capitol. [Flourish. Cornets. [Exeunt in State, as befart Enter Brutus and Sicinius. Bra. All Tongues fpeak of him, and the bleared fights Are fpectacled to fee him. Your pratling Nurfe Into a Rapture lets her Baby cry, While the chats him: The Kitchen Maukin pins Her Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechy Neck, Stalls, Bulks, Windows, are fmother'd up, With variable Complexions; all agreeing In earnestnefs to fee him: Seld-fhown Flamins In their nicely gawded Cheeks, to th' wanton Spoil Sic. On the fudden, I warrant him Conful. From where he should begin and end, but will Lofe thofe he hath won. Bru. In that there's Comfort. Sic. Doubt not, The Commoners, for whom we ftand, but they With the leaft Cause, these his new Honours; Which that he will give them, make I as little queftion As he is proud to do't. Bru. I heard him swear, Were he to ftand for Conful, never would he Appear i'th' Market-place, nor on him put The Napless Vefture of humility, Nor fhewing, as the manner is, his Wounds Bru. It was his word: Oh he would mifs it, rather than carry it, But by the fuit of the Gentry to him, And the defire of the Nobles. Sic. I wish no better, than have him hold that purpose, and to put it in Execution. Bru, 'Tis moft like he will. Sic Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills; A fure Deftruction. Bru. So it must fall out To him, or our Authorities, for an end. Of no more Soul nor fitnefs for the World, Sic. This, as you fay, fuggefted, At fame time, when his foaring Infolence As to fet Dogs on Sheep; we'll be his Fire Enter a Meffenger. Bru. What's the matter? Mef. You are fent for to the Capitol: I have feen the dumb Men throng to see him, Upon him, as he pafs'd; the Nobles bended As to Jove's Statue, and the Commons made Bru. Let's to the Capitol, And carry with us Ears and Eyes for th' time, But Hearts for the Event. Sic. Have with you. [Exeunt. Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as in the Capitol. 1 Off. Come, come, they are almoft here; how many ftand for Confulfhips? 2 Off. Three, they fay; but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it. Of. That's a brave Fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the Common People. 2 Of. 'Faith, there have been many great Men that have flatter'd the People, who ne'er lov'd 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, manifefts the true Knowledge he has in their Difpofition, and out of his noble Careleffnefs lets them plainly fee't. 1 Of. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently, 'twixt doing them neither Good, nor Harm: But he feeks their Hate with greater Devotion, than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their Oppofite. Now to feem to affect the Malice and Displeasure of the People, is as bad as that which he diflikes, to flatter them for their love. 2 Of. He hath deferv'd worthily of his Country: And his Afcent is not by fuch eafie Degrees as thofe, who have been fupple and courteous to the People, Bonnetted, without any further Deed, to have them at all into their Eftimation and Report: But he hath fo planted his Honours in their Eyes, and his Actions in their Hearts, that for their Tongues to be filent, and not confefs fo much, were a kind of ingrateful Injury; to report otherwife, were a Malice that giving it felf the Lie, would pluck Reproof and Rebuke from ev'ry Ear that heard it. 1 Of. No more of him, he is a worthy Man: Make way, they are coming. A Sonnet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the People, Litors before them; Coriolanus, Menenuis, Cominius the Conful Sicinius and Brutus take their Places by themselves. Men. Having determin'd of the Volfcies, Thus ftood for his Country. Therefore, please you, The prefent Conful, and last General, VOL. IV. Dd |