Whom with a crack'd heart I have fent to Rome, Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, young Marcius, with Attendants, all in mourning. My wife comes foremoft; then the honour'd mold 25 [Kneels. Fillop the stars; then let the mutinous winds Vol. Thou art my warrior! I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? [Pointing to Valeria. Cor. The noble fifter of Publicola, [Shewing young Marcius. Which by the interpretation of full time 35 May fhew like all yourself. Cor. The god of foldiers, With the confent of fupreme Jove, inform prove 40 To fhame invulnerable, and stick i' the wars Like a great fea-mark, ftanding every flaw 3, And faving those that eye thee! What is that curt'fy worth? or thofe dove's eyes, Which can make gods forfworn?-I melt, and 45 am not Of stronger earth than others.—My mother bows; Great nature cries, Deny not,-Let the Volces Virg. My lord and husband! Cer. These eyes are not the fame I wore in Rome. Virg. The forrow, that delivers us thus chang'd, Makes you think fo. Cer. Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, i. c. how openly. Vel. Your knee, firrab. Cer. That's my brave boy. Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myfelf, Are fuitors to you. Cor. I befeech you, peace: Or, if you'd afk, remember this before; 50 The things, I have forfworn to grant, may never Again with Rome's mechanics :-Tell me not 55 To allay my rages and revenges, with Vol. Oh, no more, no more! You have faid, you will not grant us any thing; For we have nothing else to ask, but that 60 Which you deny already: Yet we will afk; That, if we fail in our requeft, the blame May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us. Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name, And state of bodies would bewray what life Making the mother, wife, and child, to fee Virg. Ay, and mine, To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me prate, 3 Like one i' the ftocks. Thou haft never in thy life 20 Shew'd thy dear mother any courtesy; 25 When the, (poor hen!) fond of no fecond brood, But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowship, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name 40 I am hush'd until our city be afire, Boy. He shall not tread on me; I'll run away 'till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. [us, If it were fo, that our request did tend "This we receiv'd;" and each in either fide The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, And then I'll fpeak a little, Cor. Mother, mother!. [Holds her by the bands, filent. 55 Cor. I dare be fworn, you were; And, fir, it is no little thing, to make Mine eyes to fweat compaffion. But, good fir, What peace you'll make, advise me: For my part 60I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you: and pray your 2 The meaning is, to threaten 3 i.e. keeps me in a state of ignominy talking to no purpofc That is, constrains the eye to weep, and the heart to shake. much, and yet be merciful. 4 i. e. argue for. Stand [The Ladies make figns to Coriolanus. Could not have made this peace. SCENE The Forum, in Rome. 5 [Excunt. 15 IV. Enter Menenius and Sicinius. Sic. Friend, Art thou certain, this is true? is it moft certain ? [Trumpets, hautboys, drums beat, all together. Men. See you yon coign o' the Capitol; yonzo I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia corner-stone? Sic. Why, what of that? Men. If it be poffible for you to difplace it with your little finger, there is fome hope the ladies of Rome, efpecially his mother, may prevail with him. 25 But, I fay, there is no hope in 't; our throats are fentenc'd, and stay upon execution. Sic. Is 't poffible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man? Men. There is difference between a grub, and 30 a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing. Sic. He lov'd his mother dearly. Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers 35 his mother now, than an eight year old horfe 2. The tartnefs of his face fours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground fhrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corflet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his 40 hum is a battery. He fits in his ftate, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finish'd with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god, but eternity, and a heaven to throne in. Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother fhall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tyger; and that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you. Sic. The gods be good unto us! Men. No, in fuch a cafe the gods will not be good unto us. When we banish'd him, we refpected not them: and, he returning to break our necks, they refpe&t not us. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Sir, if you'd fave your life, fly to your houfe: 45 Is worth of confuls, fenators, patricians, thanks. Sic. They are near the city? Sic. We'll meet them, and help the joy. [Exeunt. Sen. Behold our patronefs, the life of Rome : Unfhout the noife that banish'd Marcius, All. Welcome, ladies, welcome! [A flourish with drums and trumpets. Exeunt. SCENE V. A publick Place in Antium. Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: 50 Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. He I accufe, The city ports by this hath enter'd, and 55 Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: Dispatch.-Moft welcome! 1 I will take advantage of this conceffion to restore myself to my former credit and power. intelligitur remembers bis dam. 3 B 2 Sub And, And with his charity flain. 2 Con. Most noble fir, If you do hold the fame intent wherein Auf. Sir, I cannot tell; We must proceed, as we do find the people. 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilft "Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the furvivor heir of all. Auf. I know it; And my pretext to ftrike at him admits A good conftruction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd 3 Con. Sir, his floutness, When he did ftand for conful, which he loft Auf. That I would have spoke of : 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 leturn'd your foldier; 20 No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting 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, 3c 35 For which my finews shall be stretch'd upon him 24 Doth more than counterpoife, a full third parts The charges of the action. We have made peace, With no lefs honour to the Antiates, Than fhame to the Romans: And we here deliver, Together with the feal o' the fenate, what Auf. Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree Cor. Traitor!-How now? Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius. Cor. Marcius! [think Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously [Drums and trumpets found, with great shouts 45 For certain drops of falt, your city Rome of the people. 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 With giving him glory. (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 nurse'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. 3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, 1 The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is, He preferibed to me with an air of authority, and gave me his countenance for my wages; thought me fufficiently rewarded with good looks. 2 This is the point on which I will attack him with my utmost abilities. 3 That is, rewarding us with our own expences. Pardon don me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever as forc'd to fcold. Your judgments, my grave lords, A give this cur the lie: and his own notion to wears my ftripes impreft upon him; that 5 Lard. Peace, both, and hear me speak. . Cut me to pieces, Volces, men and lads, all your edges in me.-Boy! Falfe hound! ou have writ your annals true, 'tis there, at, like an eagle on a dove-cote, I tter'd your Volces in Corioli: ne I did it.Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, ill you be put in mind of his blind fortune, 10 Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger A People. Tear him to pieces, do it prefently. 20 [The croud speak promifcuously. kill'd my fon,-My daughter,-He kill'd my coufin Marcus. kill'd my father. Lord. Peace, ho;—no outrage;-peace.e man is noble, and his fame folds in his orb o'the earth': His laft offences to us have judicious hearing.—Stand, Aufidius, d trouble not the peace. Cr. O, that I had him, ith fix Aufidiufes, or more, his tribe, ufe my lawful fword! Af. Infolent villain! Al Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, 2 Lerd. His own impatience 25 Auf. My rage is gone, And I am ftruck with forrow.-Take him up: [Aufidius and the Confpirators draw, and kill 35 1i.e. his fame overspreads the world. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead march founded. Memory, as before, for memorial. |