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Pri leao, Caius Marstand'st out fullus' face
of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost ; | The rabble should have first uproofd the city, Thou rascal, that art worse in blood to run, Ere so prevail'd with me : it will in time Lead'st first to win some vantage.
Win upon power, and throw forth greater thenes
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mes. Where's Caius Marcius?
Mar. Here : What's the matter tious rogues,
Mes. The news, is, Sir, the Volsces are in arms. That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Mar. I am glad on't ; then we shall bave Make yourselves scabs ?
means to vent i Cit. We have ever your good word,
Our musty superfluity :-See, our best elders. Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will natter
Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you SENATORS; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIL'S curs,
[you, VELUTUS. That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights
1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately The other makes you proud. He that trusts you,
told us : Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese : You are no surer, no,
The Volsces are in arms. Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Mar. They have a leader, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. To make him worthy whose offence subdues him,
| I sin in envying his nobility :
Ard were I any thing but what I am, and curse that justice did it. Who deserves
I would wish me only he. greatness, Deserves your hate : and your affectious are
Com. You have fought together.
Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
and he Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,
Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
Only my wars with him : he is a lion
That I am proud to hunt.
1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, With every minute you do change a mind;
Attend upon Comiuius to these wars. and call him noble, that was now your hate,
Cam. It is your former promise Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter,
Mar. Sir, it is ;
And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou That in these several places of the city
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face You cry against the noble senate, who,
What, art thou stiff ? stand'st out!
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof,
Ere stay behind this business.
Men. Oh! true bred! they say,
1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol ; where The city is well stor'd. Mar. Hang 'em! They say ?
I know, They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
Our greatest friends attend us.
Tit. Lead you on :
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
Right worthy you priority. Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong,
Com. Noble Lartins ! And feebling such as stand not in their liking,
1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone. Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's
To the CITIZENS.
Mar, Nay, let then follow : grain enough? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
| The Volsces have much corn; take these rats And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry
thither, With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
To gnaw their garners: Worshipful mutineers, As I could pick $ my lance.
Your valour puts well forth : pray follow. Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per
(Exeunt SENATORS, COM. MAR. Tit. and suaded :
MENEN. CITIZENS steal away. For though abundantly they lack discre ion,
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Mar. Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech
cius! What says the other troop!
Bru. He has no equal. Mar. They are dissolved: Hang 'em!
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the They said they were an hungry : sigh'd forth
[eat ; Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes ? That hunger broke stone walls ; that dogs must Sic. Nay, but his taunts. That meat was made for mouths ; that the gods Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to girdt. sent not
the gods. Corn for the ricb men only :-With these shreds Sic. Be-mock the modest moon. They vented their complainings; which, being Bru. The present wars devour him: he is answer'd, Too proud to be so valiant.
(grown And a petition granted them, a strange one,
Sic. Such a nature (To break the heart of generosity,
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow And make bold power look pale) they threw their which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder caps
His insolence can brook o be commanded
(moon Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, Wen. What is granted them 7
In whom already he is well grac'd-cannot Mar, Pive tribunes to defend their vulgar Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by wisdoms,
A place below the first : for what miscarries of their own choice : One's Junius Brutus, Shall be the general's fault, though he perform Sicinius Velutus, and I know not-'Sdeath! To the utmost of a man; and giddy censare • Damage. | Compassion. Heap of dead. Pitch. For insurgents to delate upon, 1 Shows itself I Faction,
will then cry out of Marcius, Oh! if he bodied, and the only son of my womb: when Had borne the business !
yonth with comeliness pluck'd all gaze his way :* Sic. Besides, if things go well,
When, for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
should not sell him an hour from her beholding : of his demerits rob Cominius.
1,-considering how honour would become such Bru. Come :
a person ; that it was no better than picture-like Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir,Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all bis was pleased to let him seek danger where he was faults
like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent bim ; To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, from whence he returned, his brows bound with In aught he merit not.
oak.t I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more Sic. Let's hence, and hear
in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, than How the dispatch is made ; and in what fashion, now in first seeing he had proved himself a More than in singularity,t he goes
man. Upon his present action.
Vir. But had he died in the business, madam, Bru. Let's along.
[Ereunt. how then ?
| Vol. Then his good report should have been SCENE 11.-Corioli.-The Senate-House. my son: I therein would have found issue.
Hear me profess sincerely : Had I a dozen sons, Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and certain SENA
each in my love alike, and none less dear than TORS.
thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
eleven die nobly for their country, than one That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels, voluptuously surfeit out of action. And know how we proceed. Auf. Is it not yours? .
Enter a GENTLEWOMAN. What ever hath been thought on in this state, Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
visit you. Had circumvention ! t 'Tis not four days gone,
Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire Since I heard thence these are the words : I
Vol. Indeed, you shall not. I have the letter here : yes, here it is (Reads. | Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum : They have press'd a power, but it is not See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; known
As children from a bear the Volsces shunning Whether for east or west : The dearth is great ;
him ; The people mutinous : and it is rumour'd, Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus, Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
Come on, you couards, you were got in fear, (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,) Though you were born in Rome : His bloody And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
brow These three lead on this preparation
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, Whither 'tis bent : most likely, 'tis for you :
Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow Consider of it.
Or all, or lose his hire. 1 Sen. Our ariny's in the field :
Vir. His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood ! We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Vol. Away, you fool ! it more becomes a man, To answer lis."
Than gilt his trophy : The breasts of Hecuba, Auf. Nor did you think it folly,
When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood They needs must shew themselves : which in the At Grecian swords' contending.-Tell Valeria hatching,
We are fit to bid her welcome. (Erit GENT. It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery, Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius ! We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was,
Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' bead below his knee, To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome
And tread upon his neck. Should know we were afoot.
Re-enter GENTLEWOMAN, with VALERIA and 2 Sen. Noble Aufidius,
her USHER. Take your commission ; hie you to your bands : Let us alone to guard Corioli :
Val. My ladies both, good day to you. If they set down before us, for the remove
Vol. Sweet madam, Bring up your army ; but, I think, you'll find
Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship. They have not prepar'd for us.
Val. How do you both! you are manifest Auf. Oh ! doubt not that:
house-keepers. What, are you sewing here ! I speak from certainties. Nay, more
A fine spot, in good faith.-How does your little Some parcels of their powers are forth already,
son? And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear 'Tis sworn between us, we shall never strike
a drum, than look upon his school-master. Till one can do no more.
Val. O' my word, the father's son : l'll swear, Al. The gods assist you !
'tis a very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked Auf. And keep your honours safe!
upon him o'Wednesday half an hour together : 1 Sen. Farewell.
he has such a confirmed countenance. I saw 2 Sen. Farewell.
him run after a gilded butterfly ; and when he All. Farewell.
Exeunt. caught it, he let it go again ; and after it again :
and over and over he comes, and up again ; SCENE III.-Rome.-An Apartment in catched it again: or whether his fall enraged MARCIUS' House
him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth,
and tear it : Oh! I warrant bow he mammockedi Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA: They sit liti down on two low stools, and sew.
Vol. One of his father's moods. Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing ; or express Val. Indeed la, 'is a noble child. yourself in a more comfortable sort: If my son | Vir. A crack, inadam. were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in Val. Come, lay aside your stichery; I must that absence wherein he won honour, than in bave you play the idle huswife with me this af. the embracements of his bed, where he would ternoon show most love. When yet he was but tender Vir. No, good madam ; I will not out of doors.
• Demnerits and merits had anciently the same mean • Attracted universal attention. The most hon
+ Let us also learn what are his powers, &c.ourable crown of all-given to him who saved the life of fuformation of it. To subdue,
Ja citizen. Tore it. Boy.
Val. Not out of doors!
1 They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off ; Vol. She shall, she shall.
[Other Alarums. Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience : I will not There is Aufidius ; list, what work he makes over the threshold, till my lord return from the Amongst your cloven army, wars.
Mar. Oh ! they are at it! Val. Fie, you confine yourself most uarea- Lart. 'Fheir noise be our instruction.-Lud. sonably : Come, you must go visit the good lady
ders ho! that lies in.
Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit The Volsces enter and pass over the Stage. her with my prayers ; but I cannot go thither. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their Vol. Why, I pray you?
(tight Vir. "Tis not to save labour, nor that I want Now put your shields before your hearts, and love.
With hearts more proof than shields.-Advance, Val. Yon would be another Penelope : yet,
brave Titus ; they say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' ab. They do disdain us much beyond our thonghts, sence did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I which makes me sweat with wrathi.Come ou would your camnbric were sensible as your finger,
And he shall feel mine edge.
Alarum, and exeunt ROMANS and VOLSCES, Val. In truth, la, go with me; and i'll tell fighting. The ROMANS are beaten back to you excellent news of your busband.
their trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS. Vir. O good madam, there can be none yet. Val. Verily, I do not jest with you ; there
Mar. All the contagion of the south light on came news from him last night.
(plagues Vir. Indeed, madam?
Yon shares of Rome! you herd of-Boils and Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator
Plaster you o'er ; that you may be abhorr'd speak it. Thus it is :- The Volsces have an
| Further than seen, and one infect another army forth ; against whom Cominius the gene
Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, ral is gone, with one part of our Roman power:
That bear the shapes of inen, how bave you your lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down before
[hell! their city Corioli ; they nothing doubt prevailing,
From slaves that apes would beat? Plnto and and to make it brief wars. This is true, on inine
All hurt behind ; backs red, aud faces pale bonour; and so, I pray, go with us.
With flight and agued fear ! Mend, and charge Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will
home, obey you in every thing hereafter.
Or, by the fires of heaven, l'll leave the foe, Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she | And make my wars ou you: look to't : Come will but disease our better wirth.
(wives, Val. lo troth, I think she would :-Fare you you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their well then.--Come, good sweet lady.Pi'ythee, I As they us to our trenches followed. Virgilia. turn thy solemness out o'loor, and go Another Alarum. The VOLSCES and ROMANS along with us.
re-enter, and the fight is renewed. The Vir. No, at a word, madam : indeed, I must
VOLSCES retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS not. I wish you much mirth.
follows them to the gates. Val. Well, then, farewell.
So, now the gates are ope :--Now prove good SCENE IV.-Before Corioli.
'Tis for the followers fortnne widens them, Enter with Drums, and Colours, MARCIUS, Not for the fliers : make me, and do the like.
TITUS LARTIUS, Officers and Soldiers. To them a MESSENGER.
(He enters the gates, and is shut in , Mar. Yonder comes news:--A wager, they i Sol. Fool-bardipess! not l. have met.
2 Sol. Nor I. Lart. My horse to yours, no.
3 Sol. See, they Mar. 'Tis done.
Have shut him in.
[Alarum continues. Lart. Agreed.
All. To the pot, I warrant bin. Nar. Say, has onr general met the enemy?
Enter TITUS LARTIUS. Mess. They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet.
Lart. What is become of Marcius ? Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
All. Slain, Sir, doubtless. Mar. I'll buy bim of you.
1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give bim : lend with them be enters: who, upon the sudden, you hiin, I will,
Clapp'd-to their gates : he is himself alone,
Lart. O noble fellow !
Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword, Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and And, when it bows,* stands up! Thou art left, they ours.
Marcius : Now, Mars, I pr’ythee make us quick in work: A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, That we, with smoking swords, may march from Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier hence,
blast Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible To help our telded friends !--Come, blow thy (Only in strokes ; but, with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, They sound a parley.Enter on the walls. I Thou madi
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world some SENATORS, and others.
Were feverous and did tremble. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ?
Re-enter MARCIUS bleerling, assaulted by 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums
the enemy. [Alarums afar off. 1 Sol. Look, Sir. Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our Lart. 'Tis Marcius : walls,
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. Rather than they shall pound 18 up : our gates,
[They fight, and all enter the city, Wbich yet seem shut, we have but piuu'd with rusbes ;
When it is bent.
Conring our Romof my soul's
SCENE V. Within the town.-A Street. He has the stamp of Marcius ; and I have
Beforeiime seen him thus.
Mar. Coine I too late ? 1 Rom. This I will carry to Rome.
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder froin 2 Rom. And I this.
a tabor, 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue Alarum continues still afar off. From every meaner man's.
Mar. Come I too late? Enter MARCIUS, and TITUS LARTIUS, wit
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of trumpet. But mantled in your own.
(others, Mar. See here these movers, that do prize Mar. Oh! let ine clip you their hours
in arms as sound, as when I woo'd ; in heart At a crack'd dracbm ! Cushions, leaden spoons, As merry as when our nuptial day was done, Irons of doit, doublets that hangmen would And tapers burn'd to bedward. Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Com. Flower of warriors, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-Down with How is't with Titus Lartius ! them.
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : And bark, what noise the general makes! To Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; him :
Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the other ; There is the inan of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, Piercing our Romans : Then, valiant Titus, take Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Convenient numbers to make good the city; To let him slip at will. Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will Com. Where is that slave, To help Cominius.
ChasteWhich told me they had beat you to your trenches ? Lart. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'st;
Where is he? Call him bither. Thy exercise hath been too violent for
Mar. Let him alone, A second course of fight.
He did inform the truth : But for our gentlemen, Mar. Sir, praise me not:
(well. The common file, (a plague !--tribunes for them !) My work hath yet not warn'd me : Fare you The mouse ne'er shunu'd the cat, as they did The blood I drop is rather physical
budge Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus
From rascals worse than they. I will appear, and fight.
Com. But how prevail'd you ? Lurt. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not Fall deep in lo e with thee : and her great
| Where is the enemy? Are you lords o'the field Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, If not, why cease you till you are so ? Prosperity be thy page!
We have at disadvantage fought, and did
Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on [Exit MARCIUS.
which side Go, somd thy trumpet in the market-place; They have plac'd their men of trust? Call thither all the officers of the town,
Com. As I guess, Marcius, Where they shall know our mind. Away.
Their bands in the vaward* are the Antiates, (Ereunt. Iof their best trust : o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope. SCENE VI.--Near the Camp of COMINIUS. Mar. I do beseech yon,
By all the battles wherein we have fought, Enter Comistus and forces, retreating
By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought, We have made to endure friends, that you diwe are come off
rectly Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates : Nor cowardly iu retire ; believe me, Sirs,
And that you not delay the present; but, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, struck,
[heard We prove this very hour. By interims, and conveying gusts, we have Com. Though I could wish The charges of our friends :- The Roman gods You were conducted to a gentle bath, Lead their successes as we wish our own; And balms applied to you, yet dare I never That both our powers, with smiling fronts en. Deny your asking : take your choice of those countering.
That best can aid your action.
Mar. Those are they
That most are willing :- If any such be here, May give you thankful sacrifice !--Thy news? (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting
Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, Wherein you see me smear'd ; if any fear And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: Lesser his person than an ill report; saw our party to their trencbes driven,
If any think brave death outweighs bad life, And then I came away.
And that his country's dearer than bimself; Com. Though thou speak'st truth,
Let him, alone, or so many, so minded, Methinks, thou speak'si not well. How long is't Wave thus (uaving his hand) to express his since ?
disposition, Mess. Above an hour, my lord.
And follow Marcius, Com. "Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their
They all shout and wave their swords ; take drums :
him up in their arms, and cast up their How could'st thou in a mile confound . an hour, And bring thy news so late ?
caps. Mess. Spies of the Volsces
O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wbeel If these shows be not outward, which of you Three or four miles about ; else had 1, Sir,
But is four Volsces ? None of you but is Half an hour since brought my report.
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Enter MARCIUS.
Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest Com. Who's yonder,
Shall brar the business in some other tight, That does appear as he were fay ! O gods! As cause will be obey'd. Please you to marcb, • Expend.
• Front. + Soldiers of Antium.
And four shall quickly draw out my command, When she does praise me, grieves ine. I have Which men are best inclin'd.
done, Com. March on, my fellows: .
As you have done, that's what I can ; induc'd Make good this ostentation, and you shall
As you bave been, that's for my country; Divide in all with us.
[Ereunt. He, that has but effected his good will,
Hath overta'en mine act. SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. Com. You shall not be
The grave of your deserving : Rome must know TUTUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon The value of her own : 'twere a concealment Corioli, going with a drum and trumpet to
Worse than a theft, no less than a tradnceinent, ward COYINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters
To hide your doings ; and to silence that, with a LIEUTENANT, a party of soldiers, and
ers, and which to the spire and top of praises vouch'd a scout..
Would seem but modest : Therefore, I beseech Lart. So, let the ports be guarded : keep your (In sign of what you are, not to reward (you duties,
What you have done) before our army hear ine. As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they Those centuries t to our aid : the rest will serve
smart For a short holding : If we lose the field,
To hear themselves remember'd. We cannot keep the town.
Com. Should they not, Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir.
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.--|And tent theniselves with death of all the Our guider, coine ; to the Roman camp conduct
(Exeunt. |(Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,)
of all SCENE VIII.-A field of battle between the The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city, Roman and the Volscian Camps. We render you the tentb ; to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution, at Alarum. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.
Your only choice. Mar. I'll fight with none but thee ; for I do Mar. I thank you, general ; hate thee
But cannot make my heart consent to take Worse than a promise-breaker
A bribe to pay my sword : I do refuse it ; Aul. We hate alike :
And stand upon my coipmon part with those Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor
That have beheld the doing. More than thy faine and envy: Fix thy foot. (A long nourish. They all cry, Marcius I
Mar. Let the first budgert die the other's slave, Marcius! cast up their cups and lances : And the gods doom him after !
COMINIUS and LARTIVS stand bure. Auj. If I fly, Marcius,
Mar. May these same instruments, which yon Halloo me like a hare.
(sliall Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
Never sound more! When drums and trumpets Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
I'the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities And made what work I pleas'd: 'Tis not my
Made all of false-fac'd soothing: When steel Wherein thou seest me mask'd for thy revenge, Soft as the parasite's silk, let bim be made Wreuch up thy power to the highest.
An overture for the wars ! No more, I say ; Auj. Wert thou the Hector,
For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Or foil'd some debile wretch, (which, without Thou should'st not 'scape me here.
note, They fight and certain Volsces come to Here's many else have done.) you shout me forth the aid of AUFIDIUS.
In acclamations hyperholical; Officious, and not valiant-yon bave sham'd me As if I loved my little should be dieted in your condemned seconds. 1
In praises sanc'd with lies. (Ereunt fighting, driven in by MARCIUS. Com. Too modest are you ;
More cruel to your good report, than grateful SCENE IX.-The Roman Camp. To us that give you truly : by your patience,
If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish.
|(Like one that means his proper + harm,) in Enter at one side, CONINIUS and Romans ;
(known, at the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in | Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it a scars, and other Romans.
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's Wears this war's garland : in token of the which work,
My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, With all his triin belonging; and, from this Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles;
time, Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, For what he did before Corioli, call him, l'the end, adınire; where ladies shall be frighted, with all the applause and clamour of the bost, And gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the duli CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS.Tribunes,
Bear the addition nobly ever! That, with the fusty plebeians, hate tbine ho. (Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums. nours,
1 All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Shall say, against their hearts-We thank thé Cor. I will go wash; Onur Rome hath such a soldier !
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Yet cain'st thou to a morsel of this feast, Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank Having fully dined before.
you: Enter Titus LARTIUS, with his power, ** from
I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times,
To undercrest your good addition, the pursuit.
To the taimess of my power. Lart. O general,
Com. So, to our tent: Here is the steed, we the caparison :
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write Hadst thou beheld
To Rome of our success.--You, Titus Lartius, Mar. Pray now, no more : my mother,
Must to Corioli back : send us to Rome Who has a charter tt to extol her blood,
The best, with whom we may articulate, • Gates. + Companies of a hundred mer.
For their own good, and ours.
Stirrer. The Romaus sprang froin Æneas. I In sending such help. Thrown into grateful trepidation. • Forces. • Feeble Own. Add more by doing my bort. * Irivilege
Chief men. I Eater into articles.