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Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt of it? A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, Mine honour for his truth: who being so heighten',
As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark He water'd his new plants with dews of Mattery,

Seducing so my friends; and, to this end,
[Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums He bow'd his nature, never known before

beaten, all together. Shouting also within. But to be rough, unswayable, and free. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,

3 Con. Sir, his stoutness
Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, When he did stand for consul, which he lost
Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again. By lack of stooping, —
This is good news: Auf.

That I would have spoke of: I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia

Being banish'd for’t, he came unto my hearth; Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,

Presented to my knife his throat: I took him; A city full; of tribunes, such as you,

Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day: In all his own desires; nay, let him choose This morning for ten thousand of your throats Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, I'd not have given a doit. --Hark, how they joy! My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments.

[Shouting and music. In mine own person; holp to reap the fame Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings; Which he did end all his; and took some pride next,

To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, Accept my thankfulness.

I seem'd'his follower, not partner; and 2 Mess. Sir, we have all

He waged me with his countenance, as if
Great cause to give great thanks,

I had been mercenary.
They are near the city?

I Con.

So he did, my lord, 2 Mess. Almost at point to enter.

The army marvell’d at it; and, in the last, Sic.

We will meet them, When we had carried Rome, and that we look'd And help the joy.


For no less spoil than glory,--

There was it; Enter the ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians, and

For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him, people. They pass.

At a few drops of women's rheum, which are I Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome!

As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,

Of our great action: therefore shall he die, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them :

And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius;

[Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts

of the people. Repeal him with the welcome of his mother:

i Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, Cry,-“Welcome, ladies, welcome!”

And had no welcomes home; but he returns, All.

Welcome, ladies,
Welcome! [A flourish with drums and trumpets.

Splitting the air with noise.
2 Con.

And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear

With giving him glory. SCENE V.-ANTIUM, A Public Place,

3 Con.

Therefore, at your vantage, Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants.

Ere he express himself, or move the people Auf. Go tell the lords of the city I am here:

With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Deliver them this paper: having read it,

Which we will second. When he lies along, Bid them repair to the market-place; where I,

After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,

His reasons with his body. Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse,


Say no more: The city ports, by this, hath enter'd, and

Here come the lords. Intends to appear before the people, hoping

Enter the Lords of the city. To purge himself with words : despatch.

Lords. You are most welcome home. [Exeunt Attendants. Auf.

I have not deserv'd it. Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUS' faction.

Put, worthy lords, have you with heed perus’d Most welcome!

What I have written to you? I Con. How is it with our general?


We have,

I Lord. Auf.

And grieve to hear it. As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,

What faults he made before the last, I think, And with his charity slain.

Might have found easy fines: but there to end 2 Con. Most noble Sir,

Where he was to begin, and give away If you do hold the same intent, wherein

The benefit of our levies, answering us You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you

With our own charge, making a treaty where
Of your great danger.

There was a yielding,--this admits no excuse.
Sir, I cannot tell:

Auf. He approaches: you shall hear him.
We must proceed, as we do find the people.

Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours; a crowd of 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst

Citizens with him. 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier; Makes the survivor heir of all.

No more infected with my country's love Auf.

I know it;

Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting And my pretext to strike at him admits

Under your great command. You are to know,

Even so,

will weep.

That prosperously I have attempted, and,

Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, With bloody passage, led your wars even to

'Fore your own eyes and ears? The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought Conspirators. Let him die for 't. home,

Citizens. [Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, pieces; do it presently: he killed my son ;-my The charges of the action. We have made peace,

daughter ;-he killed my cousin Marcus ;—he killed With no less honour to the Antiates,

my father, Than shame to the Romans; and we here deliver, 2 Lord. Peace, ho!--no outrage :- peace! Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians,

The man is noble, and his fame folds in Together with the seal o' the senate, what

This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us We have compounded on.

Shall have judicious hearing.–Stand, Aufidius, Auf

Read it not, noble lords; And trouble not the peace. But tell the traitor, in the highest degree


O that I had him, He hath abus'd your powers.

With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
Cor. Traitor !-How now!

To use my lawful sword !
Ay, traitor, Marcius. Auf.

Insolent villain!

Marcius! Conspirators. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou (AUFidius and the Conspirators draw, and think

kill CORIOLANUS, who falls: AUFIDIUS I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name

stands on him. Coriolanus in Corioli?-


Hold, hold, hold, hold ! You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously

Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. He has betray'd your business, and given up,

I Lord.

O Tullus ! For certain drops of salt, your city Rome

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour (I say your city) to his wife and mother; Breaking his oath and resolution, like

3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be A twist of rotten silk; never admitting

Put up your swords.

[quiet. — Counsel o' the war; but, at his nurse's tears,

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this He whin'd and roar'd away your victory;

rage, That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger Look'd wondering each at other.

Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice Cor.

Hear'st thou, Mars? | That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears ! To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Cor.

Ha! Myself your royal servant, or endure Auf. No more.

Your heaviest censure. Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart I Lord.

Bear from hence his body, Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! - And mourn you for him :let him be regarded Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever As the most noble corse that ever herald I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave

Did follow to his urn. lords,

2 Lord.

His own impatience
Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
(Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that Let's make the best of it.
Must bear my beating to his grave) shall join


My rage is gone; To thrust the lie unto him.

And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: i Lord.

Peace, both, and hear me speak. Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: Stain all your edges on me.---Boy! False hound! Trail your steel pikes.-- Though in this city he If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Which to this hour bewail the injury, Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:

Yet he shall have a noble memory.-
Alone I did it.- Boy!

Why, noble lords,

[Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANU'S Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,

A dead march sounded.




SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, and Æmilius, a noble Roman.
afterwards declared Emperor.

BASSIANUS, Brother to SATURNINUS; in love with DEMETRIUS, Sons to TAMORA.

TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General against Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.
the Goths.

A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown ; Romans MARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People; and Goths and Romans.

Brother to Titus. LUCIUS,

Tamora, Queen of the Goths.

LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus ANDRONICUS.

4 Nurse, and a black Child.
Young Lucius, a Boy, Son to LUCIUS.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, and PUBLIUS, Son to Marcus the Tribune.

SCENE,—Rome, and the Country near it.


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From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;

That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
SCENE I.-- ROME. Before the Capitol.

Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms. The tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes and Ten years are spent since first he undertook

Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, below, SATUR, This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms
NINUS and his followers, on one side; and BASSIANUS and
his followers, on the other; with drum and colours,

Our enemies' pride: five times he hath return'd Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right,

Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons

In coffins from the field; Defend the justice of my cause with arms;

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, And, countrymen, my loving followers,

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Plead my successive title with your swords:

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
I am his first-born son, that was the last

Let us entreat,--by honour of his name,
That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;
Then let my father's honours live in me,

Whom worthily you would have now succeed,

And in the Capitol and senate's right, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Bas. Romans, —friends, followers, favourers of That you withdraw you, and abate your strength;

Whom you pretend to honour and adore, my right, If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,

Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness.

Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my Keep, then, this passage to the Capitol; And suffer not dishonour to approach


Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy Th' imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,

In thy uprightness and integrity, To justice, continence, and nobility:

And so I love and honour thee and thine, But let desert in pure election shine;

Thy noble brother Titus and his sons, Aud, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.

And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown. Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, Mar. Princes, that strive by factions and by That I will here dismiss my loving friends; friends

And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, Ambitiously for rule and empery,

Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d. Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand

[Exeunt the followers of BASSIANUS. A special party, have, by common voice,

Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my In election for the Roman empery,

right, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius

I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; For many good and great deserts to Rome: . And to the love and favour of my country A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Commit myself, my person, and the cause. Lives not this day within the city walls:

(Exeunt the followers of SATURNINUS. He by the senate is accited home,

Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,

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