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What, what, what!
Cor. You common cry' of curs! whoso breath I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother
I hate

Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
As reek o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize If


had been the wife of Hercules, As the dead carcasses of unburied men

Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd That do corrupt my air, I banish you ;'

Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius, And here remain with your uncertainty !

Droop not; adieu :-Farewell, my wife! my mother! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! I’N do well yet.- Thou old and true Menenius, Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, Fan you into despair ! Have the power still And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime general, To banish your defenders; till, at length,

I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,) Heart-hard'ning spectacles ; tell these sad women, Making but reservation of yourselves, 4

'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, (Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot Abated' captives, lo some nation

well, That won you without blows! Despising, My hazards still have been your solace; and For you, the city, thus I turn my back :

Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone There is a world elsewhere.

Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
(Excunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENE- Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your

NIUB, Senators, and Patricians.
Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
Cil. Our enemy's banish’d! he is gone! Hoo! With cautelous'° baits and practice


My first son, (The People shout, and throw up their Caps. Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,

With thee a while : Determine on some course,
As he hath follow'd you, with all despite ;

More than a wild exposturell to each chance
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard That starts i’the way before thee.
Attend us through the city,


O the gods! Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates : Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with theo

Where thou shall rest, that thou may'st hear of us, Tho gods preservo our noble tribunes -Come, And we of thee : so, if the time thrust forth

(Exeunt. 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

l' the absence of the needer.

Fare ye well ; SCENE I. The same. Before a Gate of the City. Thou hast years upon theę; and thou art too full Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA,. VIRGILIĀ, or the wars' surfeits, to go 'rove with one MENENIUS, ComỊNius, and several young Pa- That's yet unbruis’d: bring me but out at gate. tricians.

Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and Cor. Como, leave your tears; a brief farewell :- My friends of noble touch, when I am forth, the beast

Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, como, With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, While I remain above the ground, you shall Where is your ancient courage ? you were us'd

Hear from me still; and never of me aught To say, extremity? was the trier of spirits ;

But what is like me formerly. That common chances common men could bear; Men.

That's worthily That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep.Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows,

If I could shake off but one seven years When most struck home, being gentle wounded, From these old arms and legs, by the good guds,

I'd with thee every foot. A noble cunnings' you were us'd to load mo


Give me thy hand : With precepts, that would make invincible


[Exeunt. The heart that conn'd them. Vir. O heavons ! O heavons !

SCENE II.-The same. A Street near the Gate. Cor.

Nay, I prytheo, woman, Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile. Vol. Now the red pestilenco strike all trades in

Sic. Bid them all home: he's gone, and we'll no Rome,

further.And occupations perish!

Cry here signifies a pack. So in a subsequent without a struggle. If we were to read as Malone sceno:

would have usYou have made good work,

• Making not reservation of yourselves, You and your cry.'

it would imply that the people banished themselves, af. ery of hounds was the old term for a pack.

ter having banjshed their defenders. So in the Tempest.

5 Abated, is overthrown, depressed. To abate cas. • Seb. As if it had lungs, and rolled ones, tles and houses, &c. is to overthrow them. See Blount's Ant. Or, as 'were, perfum'd by a fen.

Glossography, in voce. To abate the courage of a man **When it was cast in Diogenes' leech that the Sino. was to de press or diminish it. penetes had banished him Pontus ; yea, said he, I 6 Horace, speaking of the Roman mob, says :them. Wo haro the same thought in King Richard

Bellua multorum est capitum.' N. in

7 This is the reading of the second folio; the Arat • Think not the king did banish thee,

foljo reads, es tremities was, ke. But thou the king.'

8. When fortune strikes her hardest blows, to be Thas in the old copy. Malone, following Capell's wounded, and you continue calm, requires a noble ris. peddling,.changed this line to

dom.' Cunning is often used in this sense by Shak. ‘Making not reservation of yourselves. Rec. speare. Johnson reprehends Warburton for misinterand attempted to defend his reading by a wordy argu. preting the poet's words, and has himself mistaken cho pent, which shows that he did not understand the pag. meaning of this. sage. Dr. Johnson's explanation of the text is as correct 9 Foolish. us his subsequent remark upon it is judicious. Coriolanus 10 Cautelous here means insidious. imprecates upon the base plebeians that they may still 11 i. e, noblest. retain the power of banishing their defenders, will their 12 Exposure ; for which it is probably a typographice. undiscerning folly, which can foresee no consequences, error, as we have no other instance of the word espos leave none in the city but themselves; so that for want ture. of those capable of conducting their defence, they may 13 . e. of true metal. The metaphor from the toyche fall an easy prey to some nation who may conquer them stone for trying metals, is.common in Shakspeare


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words ;

The nobility are ver'd, who, we see have sided But to confirm my curses! Could I meat them
In his behalf.

But once a day, it would unclog my heart
Bru. Now we have shown our power,

Of what lies heavy to't. Let us seem humbler after it is done,


You have told them home, Than when it was a doing.

And, by my troth, you have cause. You'l! sup Sic. Bid them home:

with me? Say, their great enemy is goue, and they

Vul. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, Stand in their ancient strength.

And so shall starve with feeling.-'Come, let's go Bru.

Dismiss them home. Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
(Exit Ædile. In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.
Men. Fye, fye, fye!


SCENE III. A Highway between Rome and AnHere comes his mother.

tium. Enter a Roman and a Volce meeting. ; Sic.

Let's not meet her. Bru.

Why? Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me: Sic. They say, she's mad.

your name, I think, is Adrian. Bru.

They have ta'en note of us : Vol. It is so, sir : truly I have forgot you. Keep on your way.

Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, `as Vol. O, you're well met: The boarded plague you are, against thein: know you me yet? o the gods

Vol. Nicanor ? No. Requite your love!

Rom. The same, sir. Men.

Peace, peace ; be not so loud. Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you ; Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should but your favour' is well appayed' by your tongue,

What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Nay, and you shall hear some.-Will you be gone! Volcian state, to find you out there : You have well

(To Brutus. saved me a day's journey, Vir. You shall stay too: (To Sıc.) I would, I Rom. There haih been in Rome strange insurrechad the power

tion: the people against the senators, patricians, Co say so to my husband.

and nobles. Are you mankind ? Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our stato Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame!--Note but this thinks not so; they are in a most warlike prepara, fool.

tion, and hope to come upon them in the heat of Was not a man my father ? Hadst thou foxship? their division. fo banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small Chan thou hast spoken words?

thing would make it flame again. For the nobles Sic.

O blessed heavens !

receive so to heart the hanishment of that worthy Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take

all power from the people, and to pluck from them And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what :- yet their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell

you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking Nay, but thou shalt stay too:-I would my son out. Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,

Vol. Coriolanus banished? His good sword in his hand.

Rom. Banished, sir. : Sic. What then?

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Vir.

What then? Nicanor. He'd make an end of thy posterity.

Rom. The day serves well for them now. I havo Vol. Bastards, and all.

heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome' wife, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your Men. Come, come, peace.

noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country, wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in As he began; and not unknit himself

no request of his country. The noble knot he made.

Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, Bru. I would he had.

thus accidentally to encounter you: You have ended Vol. I would he had! 'Twas you incens'd the my business, and I will merrily accompany you rabble :

home. Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,

Rom. I shall between this and supper, tell you As I can of those mysteries which heaven most strange things from Rome; all tending to the Will not have earth to know.

good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, - Bru.

Pray, let us go Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone :

Vol. A most royal one : the centurions, and their You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainthis :

meni,* and to be on foot at an hour's warning. As far as doth the Capitol exceed

Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and The meanest house in Rome : so far, my son, am the man, I think, that shall set them in present (This lady's husband here, this, do you see,). action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of Whom you have banish’d, does exceed you all.

your company: Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have the Why stay we to be baited most cause to be glad of yours. With one that wants her wits?

Rom. Well, let us go together. (Exeunt, Vol.

Take my prayers with you. I would the gods had nothing else to do,

(Ereunt Tribunes. mon in our elder language than well appaied, i. e, satis

fied, contented. The Volcian means to say, 'Your

countenance is altered, but your voice perfectly sa:is. 1 Mankind is fierce, ferocious. That it had this fies me.' sense is evident, because we sometimes find it applied

"They by thy help : but sin ne'er gives a fee, to a stubborn or ferocious animal. Volumnia chooses to understand it as meaning a human creature.

• He gratis cumes ; and thou art tel appay'd, 2 i. e. mean cunning.

As well to hear as grant what he hath said." 3 The old copy reads, 'Your favour is well appeared

Shakspeare's Rape of Lucréce by your congue. For the emendation in the text I am

Glad in his heart, and inly well appay'd, answerable. Warburton proposed appealed; Johnson,

That to his court so great a lord was brought.' affeared ; Steevens, approved ; and Malone thought

Fairfax Tasso, ix. 5. the old reading might be right. No phrase is more com- 4 i. e. taken into pay.


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SCENE IV. 'Antium. Before Aufidius's House. Cor. A gentleman.
Enter CORIOLANUF, in mean Apparel, disguised

3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. and mufled.

Cor. True, so I am. Cor. A goodly city is this Antium: City,

3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up somó 'Tis I that made thy widows; many an heir

other station; here's no place for you; pray you,

avoid : come. of these fair edifices 'fore my wars Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not; And balten on cold bits.

Cor. Follow your function, go !. Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones,

(Pushes him away.

3 Serv. What, will you not ? Pr'ythee, tell my Enter a Citizen.

master what a strange guest he has hore. In puny battle slay me.—Save you, sir.

2 Serv. And I shall.

(Esit. Cit. And you.

3 Serv. Where dwellest thou? - Cor.

Direct me, if it be your will, Cor. Under the canopy. Where great Aufidius lies: Is he in Antium? 3 Serv. Under the canopy 3

Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, Cor. Ay. At his house this night.

3 Serv. Where's that? Cor.

Which is his house, 'beseech you? Cor, P the city of kites and crows. Cil. This, here, before you.

3 Serv. I the city of kites and crows ?-What Cor. Thank you sir, farewell

. an ass it is !—Then thou dwellest with daws too ?

[Erit Citizen. Cor. No, I serve not thy master, O, world, thy slippery turns!' Friends now fast 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my sworu,

master? Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Cor, Ay; 'tis an honester service than to medWhose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,

dle with thy mistress : Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, Unseparable, shall within this hour,

hence !

[Beals him away. On a dissension of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity; so, fellest foes,

Enter AUFIDIUS and the second Servant. Whose passions and whose plots have broke their Auf. Where is this fellow? sleep

2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a To take the one the other, by some chance, dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest thou ? friends,

Thy name? And interjoin their issues. So with me:- Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon

name ? This enemy town.-I'll enter: if he slay me,


If, Tullus, [Unmufling. He does fair justice; if he give me way,

Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not rn do his country service.

(Ezil. Think me the man I am, necessity SCENE V. The same. A Hall in Aufdius's Commands me name myself House Music within. Enter a Servant. Auf.

What is thy name: I Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here !

{Servants retire. I think our fellows are asleep.


Cor. A name unmusical to the Volcians' ears, Enter another Servant.

And harsh in sound to thine. 2 Sero. Where's Cotus ! my master calls for him. Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face


Say, what's thy name ? Cotus!

[Exit. Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Enter CORIOLANUS.

Thou show'st a noble vessel : What's thy name? Cor. A gondly house · the feast smells well :

Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thout but 1

me yet? Appear not like a guest.

Auf. I know thee not :-Thy name?
Re-enter the first Servant.

Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath dono Serv. What would you have, friend ? Whence To thee particularly, and to all the volces, ure you ? Here's no place for you : Pray, go to the Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may door.

My surname, Coriolanus : The painful service, Cor. I have deserved no better entertainment,

The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood

Shed for my thankless country, are requited
In being Coriolanus, 2

But with that surname; a good memory,
Re-enter second Servant,

And witness of the malice and displeasure 2 Serv. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter which thou should'st bear me: only that namo rehis eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such

mains ; companions ? Pray, get you out,

The cruelty and envy of the people, Cor. Away!

Permitted by our dastard nobles, who 2 Serv. Away ? Get you away.

Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest ; Cor. Now thou art troublesome,

And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be 2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity with apon.

Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hopo Enter a third Servant. The Arst meets him. Mistake me not, to save my life ; for if 3 Serv. What fellow's this?

I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world | Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: 1 I would have 'voided thee : but in mere spite, cannot get him out o' the house : Prythee, call my To be full quit of those my banishers, master to him.

Stand I before thee here.' Then if thou hast 3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? A heart of wreaks in thee, that will revenge Pray you, avoid the house.

Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims Cor. Let me but stand ; I will not hurt your or shame seen through thy country, speed thee hearth.

straight 3 Seru. What are you?

And make my misery serve thy turn : 80 use it, 1 'This fine picture of common friendship is an artful 3 Feed. introduction to the sudden league which the poet makes 4 Memory for memorial. him enter into with Aufidius, and a no less artful apo. 5 Wreak is an old term for revenge. So in Titus logy for his commencing enemy to Rome.Warburton. Andronicus :

1. o. in having derived that surname from the sack *Take wreak on Rome for this ingratitude or Corioli.

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That my revengeful services may prove

2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have As benefits to thee; for I will fight

strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gavo Against my canker'd country with the spleen me, his clothes inade a false report of himn. of al' the under fiends. But if so be

í Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes about with his finger and his thumb, as one would Thou art tir'd, then, in a word,

up Longer to live most weary, and present

2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: something in him : He had, sir, a kind of face, meWhich not to cut, would show thee but a fool; thought, I cannot tell how to ierm it, Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

i Serv. He had so: looking as it were, Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was And cannot live but to thy shame, unless

more in him than I could think. It be to do thee service.

2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the Auf.

O, Marcius, Marcius, rarest man i' the world. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my 1 Serv. I think, he is : but a greater soldier than heart

he, you wot one. A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter

2 Serv. Who? my master ? Should from yon cloud speak dívine things, and say, I Serv. Nay, it's no matter for thats 'Tis true; Pd not believe them more than thee, 2 Serv. Worth six of him. All noble Marcius.-0, let me twine

1 Seru. Nay, not so neither, but I take him to

; Mine arms about that body, where against be the greater soldier. My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, 2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell bow to And scarr'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip say that: for the defence a town, our general is The anvil of my sword ;' and do contest

excellent. As hotly and as nobly with thy love,

1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too. As ever in ambitious strength I did

Re-enter third Servant.
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I love the maid I married ; never man

3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news, news, Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,

1 & 2 Serv. What, what, what ? let's partako. Than when I first my wedded mistress saw

3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ;

I had as lieve be a condemned man. Bestride my threshoid.Why, thou Mars ! I tell thee,

1 & 2 Serv. Wherefore? wherefore ? We have a power on foot; and I had purpose

3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack Once more to hew thy larget from thy brawn,

our general,- Caius Marcius. Or lose mine arm for't : Thou hast beat me out

I Serw. Why do you say, thwack onr general ? Twelve several times, and I have nightly since

3 Serv. I do not say, ihwack our general; but Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me :

he was always good enough for him. We have been down together in my sleep,

2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: ho Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's


was ever too hard for him ; I have heard him say so And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Mar-himself. chus,

1 Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that

the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and

notched him like a carbonado. Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all From twelve to seventy ; and pouring war

2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,

might have broiled and eaten him 100, Like a bold food o'er-beat.* 0, come, go in,

1 Serv. But, more of thy news? And take our friendly senators by the hands;

3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, 4s Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,

if he were son and heir to Mars : set at upper end Who am prepar'd against your territories,

oʻthe table : no question asked him by any of tho Though not for Rome itself.

senators, but they stand bald before him : Our goCor.

You bless me, gods. neral himself makes a mistress of him; sanctiles Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt himself with his hand, and turns up the white o' tho have

eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news The leading of thine own revenges, take

is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one The one half of my commission; and set down, half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table.

half of what he was yesterday; for the other has As best thou art experienced, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,—thine own gates by the ears : He will mow down all before

He'n go, he says, and sowle® the porter of Rome ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,

him, and leave his passage polled.'. Or rudely visit them in parts remoto,

2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man ! To fright them, ere destroy. But, come in :

can imagine.

3 Sero. Do't? he will do't: For, look Let me commend thee first to those, that shall

you, sir, Say, yea, to thy desires. thousand welcomes !

he has as many friends as enemics : which frienden And more a friend than e'er an enemy ;

sir, (as it were,) durst not, (look you, sır,) show Yet, Marcius, that was much, Your hand ! Most themselves, (as we term il,) his friends, whilst he's welcome!

in directitude. (Excunt CoR. and AUF.

1 Serv. Directitude! what's that? 1 Serv. (Advancing.) Here's a strange alteration !

3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up 1 To clip is to embrace. He calls Coriolanus the again, and the man in blood, they will out of their ancil of his sword, because he had formerly laid as burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with heavy blows on hirn as a smith strikes on his anvil. him. Thus in Hamlet :* And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall

4 I think with Steevens that we should read, d'er On Mars's armour

bear instead of o'er-beat. Thus in Othello :With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword " Is of such flood-gate and o'er bearing nature.' Now falls on Priam."

5 Considers the touch of his hand as holy; clasps it 2 Shakspeare was unaware that a Roman bride, on with the same reverence as a lover would clasp tho her entry into her husband's house, was prohibited from hand of his mistress.' bestriding his threshold ; and thal, lest she should even 6 To soule is to pull by the ears. It is still provin touch it, she was always listed over it. Thus Lucan, lib. cially in use for pulling, dragging, or lugging. li. 359

7 1. e. bared, cleared. To roll is to crop close, to *Tralata vetuit contingere limine planta.' shear; and has all the figurative meanings of tondeo in

Stecpens. Latin.' To pill and poll was lo plunder and strip. 3 1. & fully, completely

8 See Act i. Se. 1.


1 Sero. But when goes this forward ?

Sic. And affecting one sole throne, 3. Serv. To-morrow; to-day ;, presently. You Without assistance.* shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, Men.

I thiok not so. as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be exe- Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, suted ere they wipe their lips.

If he had gone forth consul, found it so." 2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Romo again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, Sits safe and still without him. increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

Enter Ædile. 1 Serv. Let me have war, say I;. it exceeds Æd.

Worthy tribunes, peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, wak- There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, ing, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very Reports,--the Volces with two several powers apoplexy, lethargy; mulled," deaf, sleepy, insen- Are enter'd in the Roman territories; sible; a getter of more bastard children, than war's And with the deepest malice of the war a destroyer of men.

Destroy what lies before them. 2 Serv. 'Tis so : and as wars, in some sort, may


'Tis Aufidius, be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

Thrusts forth his horns again into the world : i Serv. Ay, and it makes men hale one another. Which were inshell’d, when Marcius stood for 3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one

Rome another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see And durst not once peep out. Romans as cheap as Volcians. They are rising, Sic.

Come, what talk you they are rising.

of Marcius ? All In, in, in, in.


Brú. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot bo, SCENE VI. Rome. A public Place, Enter The Volces dare break with us. SICinius and BRUTUS.


Cannot bo! Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear We have record, that very well it can;

And three examples of the like have been His remedies are tame i' the present peace

Within my age. But reason with the fellow, And quietness o'the people, which before

Before you punish him, where he heard this; Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends Lest you should chance to whip your information, Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had,

And beat the messenger who bids beware

or what is to be dreaded. Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold


Tell not me:
Digsentious numbers pestering streets, than seo
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, going

I know, this cannot be.

About their functions friendly.

Not possible.

Enter a Messenger.
Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Me-

Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going nepius ?

All to the senate-house: some news is come,

That turns their countenances. Sic. 'Tis he, 'uis he: 0, he is grown most kind

'Tis this slave;or late,-Hail, sır: Men. Hail to you both!

Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his raising! Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd,

Nothing but his report!
But with his friends: the commonwealth doth stand; The slave's report is seconded'; and more,


Yes, worthy sir,
And so would do, were he more angry at it.
Men All's well; and might have been much More fearful is deliver'd.


What more fearful ? better, if He could have temporiz'd.

Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, Sic.

Where is he, hear you ? (How probable, I do not know,) that Marcias, Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Róme; wife

And vows revenge as spacious, as between
Hear nothing from him.

The young'st and oldest thing.

This is most likely!
Enter three or four Citizens.

Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish Cit. The gods preserve you both!

Good Marcius home again.
Good e'en, our neighbours.


The very trick on't. Bru. Good o'en to you all, good e'en to you all.

Men. This is unlikely ; i Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our He and Aufidius can no more atono," knees,

Than violentest contrariety. Are bound to pray for you both.

Enter another Messenger. Sic.

Live, and thrive! Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours; we wish'd Co

Mess. You are sent for to the Senate: riolanus

A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius, Had lov'd you as we did.

Associated with Aufidius, rages Cit.

Now the gods keep you! Upon our territories; and have already, Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. (Exeunt Citizens. O'erborne their way, consum'd with fire, and look Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,

What lay before them.
Than when these fellows ran about the streets,

Crying, Confusion.
Caius Marcius was

Com. O, you have made good work!

What news? what news?
A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,
Q'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,

Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughe Self-loving,

To melt the city leads upon your pates; 1 We should probably read, “This peace is good for To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses ; — nothing but,' &c.

2 i. e. full of rumour, full of materials for discourse. in the text (says Steevens) been met with in a learned

3 Mulled is softened, as wine when it is burnt and author, it might have passed for a Latinism sweetened.

Summis stantem pro turribus Idam.' 4 i.e. he aimed at absolute power, he wanted to sway

rert, ix. 575. Wie state alone, without the participation of the tribunes. 7 To reason with is to talk with.

5 We should surely read, have found it so ;' without 8 Changes. U is word the construction of the sentence is imperfect. 9 i. e, atone, accord, agree. Alone and atonement

6 to 0. stood up in its defence. Had the expression / are many times used by Shakspeare. In this sense


ters, and

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