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The second name of men, obeys his points
Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
1 Cit. For mine own part,
When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. 2 Cit. And so did I.
3 Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best and though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will.
Com. You are goodly things, you voices! Men. You have made [Capitol? Good work, you and your cry!-Shall us to the Com. O, ay; what else? [exeunt Com. and Men. Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd; These are a side, that would be glad to have This true, which they so seem to fear. And show no sign of fear.
1 Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, iet's home. I ever said, we were i'the wrong,
when we banished him.
2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. [exeunt Citizens.
Bru. I do not like this news.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol.-'would, half my Would buy this for a lie! [wealth [exeunt.
Sic. Pray, let us go.
SCENE VII. A CAMP; AT A SMALL DISTANCE FROM ROME.
Enter Aufidius and his Lieutenant. Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman? Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, Their talk at table, and their thanks at end; And you are darken'd in this action, sir, Even by your own.
Auf. I cannot help it now; Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
SCENE I. ROME. A PUBLIC PLACE.
Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, and others.
Men. No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said, Which was sometime his general; who lov'd him In a most dear particular. He call'd me, father; But what o'that? Go, you that banish'd him, A mile before his tent fall down, and kneel The way into his mercy: nay, if he coy'd To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.
To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly,
Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry
And power, unto itself most commendable,
One fire drives out one fire; one nail one nail; Rights by rights fouler, strengths by strengths, do fail.
Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. [cxeunt.
Com. He would not seem to know me.
Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops That we have bled together. Coriolanus He would not answer to: forbad all names; He was a kind of nothing, titleless, Till he had forg'd himself a name i'the fire Of burning Rome.
Men. Why, so; you have made good work:
1 Guard. 'Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely Therefore, go back.
Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always factionary on the party of your general.
2 Guard. Howsoever you have been his liar (as you say, you have,) I am one that, telling true under him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
Men. Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not speak with him till after dinner.
1 Guard. You are a Roman, are you! Men. I am as thy general is gain
1 Guard. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as you seem to be? Can think to blow you out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would use me with estimation.
2 Guard. Come, my captain knows you not. Men. I mean, thy general. Sura out of 1 Guard. My general cares not for you. I say, go, lest I let forth your half pint of blood; -back,—that's the utmost of your having:-back. Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow.
Enter Coriolanus and Aufidius. Cor. What's the matter?
Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you; you shall know now, that I am in estimation; you shall perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st not i'the state of hanging, or of some death more long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does! O, my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to thee; but, being assured none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like a block, hath denied my access to thee. Cor. Away! Men. How! away?
Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not.
1 Guard. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back?
2 Guard. What cause, do you think, I have to Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general: for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, you are so slight. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another. Let your general do his worst. For you, be that vou are, long; and your misery increase with your age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away!
1 Guard. A noble fellow, I warrant him. 2 Guard. The worthy fellow is our general he is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. et
SCENE III. THE TENT OF CORIOLANUS, HP Enter Coriolanus, Aufidius, and others wit Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow Set down our host. My partner in this action,
You must report to the Volcian ords, how plainly
Auf. Only their ends
You have respected; stopp'd your ears against
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Vol. O, stand up bless'd!
Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
Filip the stars; then let the mutinous winds
Or, if you'd ask, remember this before;
purpose not to wait on fortune, till
These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thes
Vol. Thou art my warrior;
I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
Cor. The god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
Vol. Nay, go not from us thus.
Vol. Your knee, sirrah.
Cor. That's my brave boy.
Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, May say, 'this mercy we have show'd ;' the Romans, Are suitors to you.
Cor. I beseech you, peace:
'This we receiv'd;' and each in either side
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air,
Our wish, which side should win: for either thou But kneels, and holds up hands for fellowship,
Does reason our petition with more strength
Vol. O, no more, no more!
You have said, you will not grant us any thing;
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
Vir. Ay, and on mine,
That brought you forth this boy, to keep your
Boy. He shall not tread on me;
I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.
am hush'd until our city be afire, And then I'll speak a little,
Cor. O, mother, mother!
[holding Volumnia by the hands, silent. What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O, my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome: But, for your son,-believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him. But, let it come:— Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?
Auf. I was mov'd withal.
Cor. I dare be sworn, you were: And, sir, it is no little thing, to make
Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and, pray you, Stand to me in this cause.-O, mother! wife!
Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy
honour At difference in thee!-out of that I'll work Myself a former fortune.
[aside. [the Ladies make signs to Coriolanus. Cor. Ay, by and by; [to Volumnia, Virgilia, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear A better witness back than words, which we, On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you: all the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made this peace.
SCENE IV. ROME. A PUBLIC PLACE. Enter Menenius and Sicinius.
male tiger; that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you.
Sic. Why, what of that?
Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But, I say, there is no hope in't; our throats ere sentenc'd, and stay upon execution.
Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of man?
Sic. The gods be good unto us!
Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them; and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
Enter a Messenger.
Men. There is differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creep thing.
Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight-year old horse. The tartness of his face sour ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished 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 shall bring from him: there is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a
Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, [house: And hale him up and down; all swearing, if The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, They'll give him death by inches. Enter another Messenger.
Sic. What's the news? [prevail'd Mess. Good news, good news;—the ladies hav The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone: A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins. Sic. Friend,
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, [exeunt. A city full; of tribunes, such as you,
Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain? Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you;
[trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums beaten, all together: shouting also within. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you! [shouting again. Men. This is good news:
Men. See you yond' coign o'the Capitol: yond' I'd not have given a doit. corner-stone?
A sea and land full: you have pray'd well to-day; This morning, for ten thousand of your throats Hark, how they joy! [shouting and music. you for your tidings: [next,
Sic. First, the gods bless
Mess. Sir, we have all
Sic. They are near the city?
[going. Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patri cians, and people. They pass over the stage.
1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius: [them: Repeal him with the welcome of his mother Cry,-welcome, ladies, welcome! All. Welcome, ladies! Welcome!
[a flourish with drums and trumpets; exeunt.
SCENE V. ANTIUM. A PUBLIC PLACE.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants. Auf. Go, tell the lords of the city, I am here: Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place; where L Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, The city ports by this hath enter'd, and