other station: here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.

Cor. Follow your function, go,

And batten on cold bits.

[Pushes him away.

3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my

master what a strange guest he has here.

2 Serv. And I fhall.

3 Serv. Where dwell'st thou ?

Cor. Under the canopy.

3 Serv. Under the canopy?

Cor. Ay.

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3 Serv. Where's that?

Cor. I' the city of kites and crows.

Exit.

3 Serv. I' the city of kites and crows? What

an ass it is!-Then thou dwell'st with daws too?

Cor. No, I serve not thy master.

3 Serv. How, fir! Do you meddle with my master? Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service, than to meddle

with thy mistress :

Thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, [Beats him away.

hence!

Enter Aufidius, with the second Serving-man.

Auf. Where is this fellow?

2 Serv. Here, fir; I'd have beaten him like a dog,

but for disturbing the lords within.

Auf. Whence comest thou ? what wouldest thou?

Thy name?

Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name? Cor. If, Tullus2,

Not

2 If, Tullus, &c.] These speeches are taken from the following in fir Thomas North's tranflation of Plutarch:

"If thou knowest me not yet, Tullus, and seeing me, doft not perhappes beleeue me to be the man I am in dede, I must of neceffitie bewraye my felf to be that I am. I am Caius Martius, who hath done to thy felf particularly, and to all the Volces generally, great hurte and mischief, which I cannot denie for my furname

,

Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.

Auf. What is thy name?

Cor. A name unmusical to the Volces' ears,

And harsh in found to thine.

Auf. Say, what's thy name?

Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn,
Thou shew'st a noble vessel: What's thy name?

Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou me yet?

Auf. I know thee not:-Thy name? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces,

furname of Coriolanus that I beare. For I neuer had other benefit nor recompence, of all the true and paynefull feruice I haue done, and the extreme daungers I haue bene in, but this only furname, a good memorie and witnes of the malice and displeasure thou shouldest beare 'me. In deede the name only remaineth with me: for the rest, the enuie and crueltie of the people of Rome haue taken from me, by the fufferance of the daftardly nobilitie and magistrates, who haue forsaken me, and let me be banished by the people. This extremitie hath now driuen me to come as a poore futer, to take thy chimney harthe, not of any hope I haue to saue my life thereby. For if I had feared death, I would not haue come hither to haue put my life in hazard: but prickt forward with spite and defire I haue to be reuenged of them that thus haue banished me, whom now I beginne to be auenged on, putting my perfone betweene thy enemies. Wherefore if thou hast any harte to be wrecked of the injuries thy enemies haue done thee, spede thee now, and let my misferie ferue thy turne, and so vse it, as my feruice maye be a benefit to the Volces: promising thee, that I will fight with better good will for all you, than euer I dyd when I was against you, knowing that they fight more valliantly, who knowe the force of their enemie, then such as haue neuer proued it. And if it be so that thou dare not, and that thou art wearye to proue tortune any more: then am also weary to liue any longer. And it were no wisedome in thee, to saue the life of him, who hath bene heretofore thy mortall enemie, and whose feruice now can nothing helpe nor pleasure thee." STEEVENS.

Great

Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
My furname, Coriolanus: The painful service,
The extream dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are requited
But with that surname; a good memory,
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou shouldst bear me, only that name re-

mains:

The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our daftard nobles, who
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the reft;
And fuffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope,
Mistake me not, to save my life: for if
I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,

Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
4 A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those 5 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

3

- a good memory,] The Oxford editor, not knowing that memory was used at that time for memorial, alters it to memorial. JOHNSON.

1

See note on As You Like it, act. II. fc. iii. Vol. III. p. 309. EDITOR.

A heart of wreak in thee, A heart of resentment.

JOHNSON.

Wreak is an ancient term for revenge. So, in Titus Andro

nicus:

"Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude." Again, in Gower, De Confeffione Amantis, Lib. V. fol. 83:

She faith that hir felfe she sholde

Do wreche with hir owne honde." STEEVENS.

5 maims

Of shame]

That is, disgraceful diminutions of territory. JOHNSON.

5

A3

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 shew thee but a fool;
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breaft,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.

Auf. O 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. - Let me twine

Mine arms about that body, where againft
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip
The anvil of my fword; and do conteft
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I lov'd the maid I marry'd; 7 never man

6 And scar'd the moon,) Folic-Scarr'd. Perhaps rightly, to diftinguish it from scared or frightened :-yet it should not be concealed that in King Richard III. we meet :

7

"Amaze the welkin with your broken slaves." MALONE. Sigh'd truer breath.]

- never man

The fame expression is found in our author's Venus and Adonis,. 1593:

"Ill figh celestial breath, whose gentle wind
"Shall cool the heat of this descending fun."

Again, in The Two Noble kiismen, by Shakspeare and Fletcher,

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 faw
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,
Or lofe mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me out
Twelve feveral times, and I have nightly fince
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my fleep,
Unbuckling helms, fifting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Mar-

cius,

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 fenators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itfelf.

Cor. You bless me, Gods!

Auf. Therefore, most abfolute sir, if thou wilt

have

The leading of thine own revenges, take
The one half of my commiffion; and fet down-
As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'ft
Thy country's strength and weakness, thine own

ways:

Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,

Or rudely vifit them in parts remote,

To fright them, ere destroy. But come in':
Let me commend thee firft to those, that shall

Say yea, to thy defires. A thousand welcomes!

And more a friend than e'er an enemy;

Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: Moft

welcome!

[Exeunt.

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