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A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
3 Con. Sir, his ftoutness,
When he did stand for conful, which he loft
Auf. That I would have spoke of:
He wag'd me with his countenance, as if
I had been mercenary.
1 Con. So he did, my lord:
The army marvell'd at it.
And, in the last,
When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd For no less spoil, than glory,
Auf. There was it ;
Auf. Say no more;
Here come the lords.
Enter the Lords of the city.
Lords. You are most welcome home.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd
Lords. We have.
1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.
What faults he made before the laft, I think,
Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your foldier; 20 No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subfisting Under your great command. You are to know, That profperoufly I have attempted, and With bloody paffage led your wars, even to 25 The gates of Rome. Our spoil, we have brought home,
For which my finews fhall be stretch'd upon him 2.4
Doth more than counterpoife, a full third parts The charges of the action. We have made peace, With no lefs honour to the Antiates,
3 Than fhame to the Romans: And we here delivers Subfcrib'd by the confuls and patricians,
[Drums and trumpets found, with great shouts 45
1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a poft. And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noife.
2 Con. And patient fools,
Whofe children he hath flain, their bafe throats tear,
3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage,
Together with the feal o' the fenate, what We have compounded on.
Auf. Read it not, noble lords;
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree He hath abus'd your powers.
Cor. Traitor!-How now?
Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Doft thou I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy ftol'n name Coriolanus in Corioli?
You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously He has betray'd your bufinefs, and given up, For certain drops of falt, your city Rome (I fay, your city) to his wife and mother: Breaking his oath and refolution, like A twift of rotten filk; never admitting Counfel o' the war; but at his nurfe's tears 5cHe whin'd and roar'd away your victory; That pages blufh'd at him, and men of heart Look'd wondering each at other.
With what he would fay, let him feel your fword, 55
2 This is the
1 The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is, He preferibed to me with an air of authority, and gave me bis countenance for my wages; thought me fufficiently rewarded with good looks. point on which I will attack him with my utmost abilities.
3 That is, rewarding us with our own
on me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I give this cur the lie: and his own notion
o wears my stripes impreft upon him; that 5
I bear my beating to his grave) shall join hrust the lie unto him.
Lard. Peace, both, and hear me speak.
r. Cut me to pieces, Volces, men and lads,
ne I did it.Boy!
f. Why, noble lords,
l you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
ich was your shame, by this unholy braggart,
Marcius, zuho falls, and Aufidius ftands in
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
2 Lord. Thou haft done a deed, whereat
[quiet; 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be Put up your fwords.
Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this
Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger
El People. Tear him to pieces, do it prefently. 20 [The croud fpeak promiscuously.
kill'd my son,—My daughter,-He kill'd my coufin Marcus.
1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,
2 Lord. His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
25 Auf. My rage is gone,
And I am ftruck with forrow.-Take him up :
[Aufidius and the Confpiraters draw, and kill 35
1i.e. his fame overspreads the world.
[Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead march founded.
2 Memory, as before, for memorial,
SCENE, for the three firft Alts, at Rome: afterwards at an Island near Mutina; at Sardis ; and near
Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou?
Cob. Truly, fir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no trade,-man's matters, nor woman's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, 5 fir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handywork.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?
Of your profeffion?-Speak, what trade art thou? 10 Why doft thou lead these men about the streets?
Car. Why, fir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What doft thou with thy best apparel on ?→→→→
You, fir; what trade are you?
Cob. Truly, fir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, fir, we make holiday, to fee Cæfar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Cab. Truly, fir, in respect of a fine workman, 15 Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings
I am but, as you would fay, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me
Cob. A trade, fir, that, I hope, I may use with a fafe confcience; which is, indeed, fir, a mender 20 of bad foals.
Flav. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Cob. Nay, I beseech you, fir, be not out with me: Yet, if you be out, fir, I can mend you. Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou faucy fellow? Cob. Why, fir, cobble you.
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
3 B 3
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Affemble all the poor men of your fort;
Bru. I am not gamefome; I do lack fome part
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears 15 Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires;
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies .
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Enter Cafar; Antony, for the course; Calpburnia,
I'll leave you.
Caf. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late:
Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look,
Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviours:
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
By means whereof, this breaft of mine hath bury'd
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
45 That you might fee your shadow. I have heard
Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear:
Will modeftly difcover to yourself
1 Ceremonies for religious ornaments. 2 This perfon was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. have before obferved, that Sennet appears to be a particular tune or mode of martial mufick. is alien, unfamiliar. 5 i. e. with a fluctuation of difcordant opinions and defires.