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Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded.


A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me With precepts, that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them.

I shall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
If you had been the wife of Hercules,
Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd
Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius, [ther!
Droop not: adieu:-Farewell, my wife! my ino-
I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, [eral,
And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime gen-
I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft be held
Heart-hard'ning spectacles; tell these sad women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, [well,
As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot
My hazards still have been your solace and
Believe't not lightly (though I go alone,
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught [son
With cautelous baits and practice..


Vir. O heavens! O heavens!

Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee, woman,—

Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in❘ Here comes his mother. And occupations perish!


Sic. Let's not meet her.
Bru. Why?

Cor. What, what, what!

Vol. My first son,

Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
With thee a-while: Determine on some course,
More than a wild exposure to each chance
That starts i'the way before thee.

Cor. O the gods.

Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; And lose advantage, which doth ever cool I'the absence of the needer.

Cor. Fare ye well:—

Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.-
Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,
Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
Hear from me still; and never of me aught
But what is like me formerly.

Men. That's worthily

As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.-
If I could shake off but one seven years
From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
I'd with thee every foot.

Cor. Give me thy hand.



Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Edile.

Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further.

The cobility are vexed, who, we see, have sided In his behalf.,

Bru. Now we have shown our power, Let us seem humbler after it is done, Than when it was a doing.

Sic. Bid them home:

Say, their great enemy is gone, and they Stand in their ancient strength.

Bru. Dismiss them home.

[exit Edile. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.

Sic. They say, she's mad.

Bru. They have ta'en note of us :

Keep on your way,

Vol. O, you're well met: the hoarded plague Requite your love! [o'the gods Men. Peace, peace; be not so loud. [hear,Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should Nay, and you shall hear sonie.— Will you be gone? [to Brutus. Sic.] I would, I [had the power [fool.

Vir. You shall stay too: [to To say so to my husband. Sic. Are you mankind? Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame?—Note but this Was not a man my father? Hadst thou fox-ship To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Than thou hast spoken words?

Sic. O blessed heavens!


Vol. More noble blows than ever thou wise And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what;-yet


Nay, but thou shalt stay too:—I would my son
Were in Arabia, thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.
Sic. What then?

Vir. What then?

He'd make an end of thy posterity.
Vol. Bastards, and all-

Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
Men. Come, come, peace.

Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country, As he began; and not unknit himself The noble knot he made.

Bru. I would he had.


Vol. I would he had? 'Twas you incens'd the Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,

As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have earth to know.

Bru. Pray, let us go.

Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone: [this. You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear As far as doth the Capitol exceed The meanest house in Rome; so far, my son (This lady's husband here, this, do you see,) Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

Sic. Why stay we to be baited With one that wants her wits?

Vol. Take my prayers with you.— I would the gods had nothing else to do, [exeunt Tribunes. But to confirm my curses! Could I meet them But once a day, it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't.

Men. You have told them home, And by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with


Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.—Come, let's go: Leave this faint puling; and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Men. Fie, fie, fie!




Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me; your name, I think, is Adrian.

Volce. It is 80, sir: truly, I have forgot you.
Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as
you are, against them.
Know you me yet?

Volce. Nicanor? No.
Rom. The same, sir.

Volce. You had more beard when I last saw you; but your favour is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volcian state, to find you out there. You have well saved me a day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrection: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.

Volce. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.

Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.

Volce. Coriolanus banished?

Rom. Banished, sir.

Volce. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.

Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country.

Volce. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you: you have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.

Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?

Volce. A most royal one: the centurions, and their charges, distinctly billetted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.

Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that shall set them in present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.

Volce. You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause to be glad of yours.

Rom. Well, let us go together.

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Enter a third Servant; the first meets him. 3 Serv. What fellow's this?

1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o'the house: pr'ythee, call my [exeunt. master to him.

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[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 shall.


3 Serv. Where dwellest thou?

Cor. Under the canopy.

3 Serv. Under the canopy?

Cor. Ay.

3 Serv. Where's that?

Cor. I'the city of kites and crows?

3 Serv. I'the city of kites and crows?—What an ass it is! Then thou dwellest with daws too? Cor. No, I serve not thy master. [master? 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my Cor. Ay, 'tis an honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress:

Thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, hence! [beats him away. Enter Aufidius and the second Servant. Auf. Where is this fellow?

2 Serv. Here, sir; 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, Tullus, [unmuffling.

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?

[Servants retire. Cor. A name unmusical to the Volcians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine.

Auf. Say, what's thy name?

I would have 'voided thee: but in merè spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,

Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast !
A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge
Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country, speed thre
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And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits thee; for I will fight

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


Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st thou Auf. I know thee not. Thy name? [me yet? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may My surname, Coriolanus. The painful service, The extreme 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 The cruelty and envy of the people, [remains; Permitted by our dastard nobles, who Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; And suffer'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


Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends. But, if so be s ftanes
Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more for-
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 show thee but a fool;
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

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

Auf. O, Marcius, Marcius,

[heart Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter [say, Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, All-noble Marcius.-O, let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip The anvil of my sword; and do contest


As hotly and as nobly with thy love, Horzold
As ever in ambitious strength I did 1 wey
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I lov'd the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, d
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw [thee,
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell
We have a power on foot: and I had purposem
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm for't. Thou hast beat me ont
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep, wi
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Mar-
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that [cius,
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 senators by the hands bey
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,porn
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.

Cor. You bless me, gods!

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Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Yet, Marcfus, that was much. Your hand! Most welcome! [exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. 1 Serv. [advancing.] Here's a strange alteration! 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.

1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.ùng dekens of good tad to 7• mel 12 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him. He had, sir, a kind of face, inethought, I cannot tell how to term it.

1 Serv. He had so: looking, as it were, 'would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. wood anging its ote! 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn. He is simply the rarest man i'the world.wi MOTE STRA 1-Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.


2 Serv. Who?my master?ad 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Seru. Worth six of him. 1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.ure given erod ni

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1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too,
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3 Serv. O slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals.


1&2 Serv. What, what, what? let's partake. 3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemned man.

1&2 Serv. Wherefore? wherefore?

3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general, Caius Marcius. Tak Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general? 3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him. inost

2 Serv. Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself. V

1 Semu. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and notched him like a carbonado. 20

2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broiled and eaten him too. 8.973 1 Serv. But more of thy news?

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3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o'the table: no question asked him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o'the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i'the middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and sowle the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polled.


2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.

3 Serv. Do't? he will do't. For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which friends. sir (as it were), durst not (look you, sir,) show themselves, (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in directitude.


1 Serv. Directitude! what's that?

3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him. 0148 Melonoita bulk. 37 1 Serv. But when goes this forward? Juods 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2 Serv. Why, then, we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than war's a destroyer of men.



2 Serv. Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.w

1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. 3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars, for my money, I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volcians. They are rising, they are rising.

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Enter Sicinius and Brutus.

Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear
His remedies are tame i'the present peace [him;
And quietness o'the people, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had,
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
About their functions friendly.
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Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Menenius? Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he. O, he is grown most kind Of late,-Hail, sir!


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Men. Hail to you both!

Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd,. But with his friends; the commonwealth doth And so would do, were he more angry at it. [stand; Men. All's well; and might have been much He could have temporiz'd. raor do [better, if

Sic. Where is he, hear you?

Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his Hear nothing from him.

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Enter three or four Citizens. Cit. The gods preserve you both! Sic. Good e'en, our neighbours. Bru. Good e'en to you all, good e'en to you all. 1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on Are bound to pray for you both.. [our knees,

Sic. Live, and thrive! Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours; we wish'd Had lov'd you as we did. [Coriolanus

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Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going
All to the senate-house; some news is come,
That turns their countenances.

The slave's report is seconded; and more,
More fearful, is deliver'd.

Sic. What more fearful?

Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
(How probable, I do not know,) that Marcius,
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome;
And vows revenge as spacious, as between
The young'st and oldest thing.

Sic. This is most likely!

Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish Good Marcius home again.

Sic. The very trick on't.

Men. This is unlikely:

He and Aufidius can no more atone,
Than violentest contrariety.

Enter another Messenger.

Mess. You are sent for to the senate:
A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius,
Associated with Aufidius, rages
Upon our territories, and have already
O'erborne their way, consum'd with fire, and took
What lay before them.

Enter Cominius.

Com. O, you have made good work!

Men. What news? what news?

Com. You have holp to ravish your own daugh-
To melt the city leads upon your pates; [ters, and
To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses;-

Men. What's the news? what's the news?
Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and
Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd
Into an augre's bore.

Men. Pray, now, your news?— [news?
You have made fair work, I fear me: pray, your
If Marcius should be join'd with Volcians,-
Com. If!

He is their god; he leads them like a thing
Made by some other deity than nature,
That shapes man better: and they follow him,
Against us brats, with no less confidence,
Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
Or butchers killing flies.

Men. You have made good work,

You, and your apron men; you, that stood so much
Upon the voice of occupation, and
The breath of garlic eaters!
Com. He will shake

Your Rome about your ears.
Men. As Hercules

The noble man have mercy.

Com. Who shall ask it?

The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf

Sic. 'Tis this slave;

Does of the shepherds:-for his best friends, if they

Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his raising! Should say, 'be good to Rome,' they charg d him Nothing but his report!

Mess. Yes, worthy sir,

You have made [fair work!

Did shake down mellow fruit.
Bru. But this is true, sir?
Com. Ay, and you'll look pale
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly revolt; and who resist


Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame
Your enemies, and his, find something in him.
Men. We are all undone, unless


As those should do that had deserv'd his hate.
And therein show'd like enemies.

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