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They do difdain as much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me fweat with wrath.-Come on, my fellows;
He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce,
[Alarum; the Romans beat back to their trenches.
Mar. All the contagion of the fouth light on you, You fhames of Rome, you! Herds of boils and
Plafter you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd
Re-enter Marcius bleeding, affaulted by the enemy. 1 Sol. Look, fir.
Lart. O, 'tis Marcius:
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
[They fight, and all enter the city.
Within the Town.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.
1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
2 Rom. And I this.
3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for filver. [Alarum continues ftill afar off. Enter Marcius, and Titus Lartius, with a trumpet. Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their
At a crack'd drachm! Cafhions, leaden spoons, Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with thofe that wore them, these base flaves, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :- -Down [him:And hark, what noife the general makes!-To There is the man of my foul's hate, Aufidius, 60 Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus, take Convenient numbers to make good the city; [hafte Whilft I, with thofe that have the fpirit, will To help Cominius.
■ Make remain is an old manner of speaking, which means no more than remain.
Mf. Spies of the Volces
Held me in chafe, that I was forc'd to wheel
Com. But how prevail'd you?
Mar. Will the time ferve to tell? I do not Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field? If not, why cease you 'till you are fo?
Com. Marcius, we have a difadvantage fought, And did retire, to win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on what They have plac'd their men of trust?
Com. As I guess, Marcius,
Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
Mar. I do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought, 35 By the blood we have shed together, by the vows We have made to endure friends, that you directly Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates: And that you not delay 3 the prefent; but, Filling the air with swords advanc'd4, and darts, 40 We prove this very hour.
Com. Though I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Deny your afking; take your choice of thofe 45 That beft can aid your action.
Confound is here used in the sense of—to expend. Let flip. 4 i. e. fwords lifted high.
Mar. Thofe are they
That moft are willing:-If any such be here,
50 Leffer his perfon than an ill report;
[Waving bis band..
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
2 i. e. remitting his ransom. 3 Delay for Though
Titus Lartius, baving fet a guard upon Corioli, going with a drum and trumpet toward Ceminius and Caius Marcius, enters with a Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout.
Lart. So, let the ports be guarded: Keep
As I have fet them down. If I do fend, dispatch
Lieu. Fear not our care, fir.
Lart. Hence, and fhut your gates upon us Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct
The Field of Battle.
Alarum. Enter Marcius and Aufidius.
Yet cam'ft thou to a morfel of this feast,
Enter Titus Lartius, with bis power, from the purfuit.
Lart. O general,
Here is the fteed, we the caparisons +!
Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother,
I have done as you have done; that's, what I can;
Com. You shall not be
The grave of your deferving; Rome must know
Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do 30 Which to the fpire and top of praifes vouch'd,
Worfe than a promife-breaker.
Auf. We hate ai.ke;
Not Afrack owns a ferpent, I abhor
More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot.
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's flave, And the gods doom him after!
Auf. If I fly, Marcius,
Halloo me like a hare.
Mar. Within thefe three hours, Tullus,
[Here they fight, and certain Volces come to
Officious, and not valiant!-you have fham'd me
Flourish, Alarum. A retreat is founded. Enter at ene door, Cominius quith the Romans; at another door, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf, &c.
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
Mar. May these fame inftruments, which you [fhall Never found more! When drums and trumpets I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be 60 Made all of falfe-fac'd foothing! When steel grows
▾ Coriolanus may mean, that as all the foldiers have offered to attend him on this expedition, and he wants only a part of them, he will fubmit the selection to four indifferent perfons, that he himself may escape the charge of partiality.
2 i. e. the gates. 3i. e. thrown into grateful trepidation.
The meaning is,-1 his man performed the action, and we only filled up the fhew,
$ That is,
not be remembered.
Soft as the parafite's filk, let him' be made
As if I lov'd my little fhould be dieted
In praises fauc'd with lyes.
Com. Too modest are you;
More cruel to your good report, than grateful
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Bear the addition nobly ever!
[Flourish. Trumpets found, and drums.
Omnes. Caius Marcius Coriolanus !
Cor. I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you fall perceive
I mean to ftride your steed; and, at all times,
Com. So, to our tent:
Where, ere we do repofe us, we will write
Lart. I fhall, my lord.
Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now
Com. Take it: 'tis yours.-What is't?
Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
Cor. By Jupiter, forgot :
I am weary: yea, my memory is tir'd.-
Com. Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
The Camp of the Volces.
Enter Tullus Aufidius blody,
with two or three Soldiers.
Auf. The town is ta'en!
Sol. "Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
20I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
I thought to crush him in an equal force,
Sol. He's the devil,
[poifon'd, Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My valour's With only fuffering ftain by him; for him Shall flie out of itself: nor fleep nor fanctuary, Being naked, fick; nor fane, nor capitol, 35 The prayers of priests, nor times of facrifice, Embarquements 7 all of fury, shall lift up Their rotten privilege and cuftom 'gainst My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, 40 Against the hofpitable canon, would I
At a poor man's houfe; he us'd me kindly :
He cry'd to me; I saw him prifoner;
Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove :
But then Aufidius was within my view,
To give my poor hoft freedom."
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
Com. O, well begg'd!
Were he the butcher of my fon, he should
Him for it. The personal bim is not unfrequently ufed by our author, and other writers of his age, inftead of it, the neuter. 2 A phrase from heraldry, fignifying, that he would endeavour to fupport 4 i. e. the chief men of Corioli.
his good opinion of him. 3 i. e. in proportion equal to my power.
3i.e. enter into articles. • Petch is a word used in the midland counties for a rough, violent push.
Embarquements mean not only an embarkation, but an embargoing, or impediment.
[A&t 2. Scene 1.
HE augurer tells me, we shall have
Bru. Good, or bad?
Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius.
Sic. Nature teaches beafts to know their friends.
Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius.
Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Men. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I fhall afk you.
Both. Well, fir.
[converfes more with the buttock of the night, than with the forehead of the morning. What I think, I utter; and spend my malice in my 5 (I cannot call you Lycurguffes) if the drink you breath: Meeting two fuch wealsmen as you are, give me, touch my palate adverfly, I make a crooked face at it. I can't fay, your worships have deliver'd the matter well, when I find the ass in and though I must be content to bear with those compound with the major part of your fyllables: that fay you are reverend grave men; yet they lye deadly, that tell you you have good faces. If you fee this in the map of my microcofm, follows it, can your biffon 3 conspectuities glean out of this that I am known well enough too? What harm character, if I be known well enough too?
Bru. Come, fir, come, we know you well enough. Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves'
Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that 20 caps and legs: you wear out a good wholesome you two have not in abundance?
Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but ftor'd with all.
Sic. Efpecially, in pride.
Bru. And topping all others in boasting. Men. This is ftrange now: Do you two know how you are cenfur'd here in the city, I mean of us o' the right hand file? Do you?
Bru. Why, how are we cenfur'd?
forenoon, in hearing a caufe between an orangewife and a faffet-feller; and then rejourn the controverfy of three-pence to a fecond day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between 25 party and party, if you chance to be pinch'd with the cholic, you make faces like mummers: fet up the bloody flag against all patience 4, and, in roar. ing for a chamber-pot, difmifs the controverfy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing:
Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will you 30 all the peace you make in their caufe, is, calling not be angry?
Both. Well, well, fir, well.
Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occafion will rob you of a great deal of patience; give your difpofitions the reins, and be 35 angry at your pleasures; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you, in being fo. You blame Marcius for being proud?
Bru. We do it not alone, fir.
both the parties knaves: you are a pair of strange
Bru, Come, come, you are well understood to bencher in the Capitol. be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary
Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they fhall encounter fuch ridiculous fubjects as you are. When you speak beft unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and
Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for 40 your beards deserve not fo honourable a grave, as your helps are many; or elfe your actions would grow wondrous fingle: your abilities are too infant-like, for doing much alone. You talk of pride: Oh, that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an inte-45 'rior furvey of your good felves! O, that you could! Bru. What then, fir?
Men. Why, then you should difcover a brace of as unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magiftrates, (alias, fools) as any in Rome.
Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. Men. I am known to be a humourous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't: faid to be fomething) imperfect, in favouring the first complaint; hafty, 55 and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion: one that
to ftuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entomb'd in
approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.
Alluding to the fable, which fays, that every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him, in which he ftows his own. down than an early rifer. 3 i. e. blind. 4 i, e. declare war against patience.
Rather a late lier