Against my canker'd country with the spleen Of all the under fiends. But if so be Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes Thou art tir'd ; then, in a word, I also am Longer to live most weary, and present My throat to thee: 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, It be to do thee service. Auf. O, Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou'st spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy; Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Cor. You bless me, gods! Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission: and set down,- · Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, To fright them, ere destroy. But come, come in: Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand;—most [Exeunt. welcome! SCENE IV. A Street in Rome. Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS. Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him : His remedies are tame. Bru. We stood to't in good time.-Is this Menenius ? Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he; Oh, he is grown most kind Of late. Hail, sir! Enter MENENIUS. Men. Hail to you both! Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, But with his friends: the commonwealth doth stand; And so would do, were he more angry at it. Men. All's well; and might have been much better if He could have temporiz'd. Sic. Where is he, hear you? Men. Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife Hear nothing from him. Bru. There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Reports, the Volscians with two several powers Are enter'd in the Roman territories; And with the deepest malice of the war Destroy what lies before them. Men. 'Tis Aufidius: Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, Which were inshell'd, when Marcius stood for Rome, Enter an OFFICER. Offi. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going Sic. "Tis this slave ; Go, whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his raising, Offi. Yes, worthy sir, The slave's report is seconded: and more, Sic. What more fearful? Offi. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish Good Marcius home again. Sic. The very trick on't. He and Aufidius can no more atone, Than violentest contrariety. Let's to the senate-house. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Plain near Rome. Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. Enter CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, TULLUS AUFI- Come on, my brave companions of the war, The toil of lab'ring fate, we will, or perish.- [Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter an OFFICER. Offi. My lord, a herald is arriv'd from Rome, Cor. To me! What can this message mean?-stand to your arms, [Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.—Excunt Auf. How! what said'st thou ? Volu. Methought, my lord, his parting orders were, We should attend the triumph now preparing O'er all his foes at once,-Romans and Volscians.Come, we shall give offence. Auf. His words are daggers to my heart: I feel Their truth, but am asham'd to own my folly. Volu. O shame! O infamy! the thought consumes me. To see a Roman Borne on our shoulders to immortal fame, |