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What faults lie made before the last, I think, Stain all your edges on me.Boy! False hound! Might have found easy fines: but there to end, If you have writ your andals true, 'tis there. Where he was to begin; and give away
That like an eagle in a dove cote, I
Flutter'd your voices in Corioli:
Why, noble lords, Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Enter Coriolanus with drums and colours ; a crowd
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, of Citizens with him.
'Fore your own eyes and ears?
Let him die for't.
Several speak at once
Cit. (Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know,
do it presently. He killed my son ;-my daughter ;That prosperously I have attempted, and
He killed my cousin Marcus ;-He killed my father2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage;
The man is noble, and his fame folds in
Shall have judicious hearing.–Stand, Aufidius, With no less honour to the Antiates,
And tepuble not the peace.
0, that I had him, Than shame to the Romans : And we here deliver,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, bis tribe,
To use my lawful sword !
! We have compounded on.
Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. Auf:
Read it not, noble lords ; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
[Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill Com He hath abus'd your powers.
riolanus, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. Lords.
Hold, hold, hold, holdt
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour wilt Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou think
weep. I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Coriolanus in Corioli ? You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
Put up your swords. He has betray'd your business, and given up,
Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage
Provokd by bim, you cannot,) the great danger For certain drops of salt, your city Rome
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother: Breaking his oath and resolution, like
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Counsel o'the war; but at his nurse's tears
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure. He whind and roard away your victory;
Bear from hence his body, That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Look'd wondering each at other.
As the most noble corse, that ever herald Cor.
Hear'st thou, Mars?
Did follow to his urn. Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,
His own impatience Cor.
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame, Auf: No more.
Let's make the best of it. Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
My rage is gone, Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was fore'd to scold. Your judgements, my grave
Help, three oʻthe chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully; lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city be
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, (Who wears my stripes impress’d on him; that must
Which to this hour bewail the injury, bear My beating to his grave!) shall join to thrust
Yet he shall have a noble memoryThe lie unto him.
Assist. 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me spenk.
[Exeunt, beuring the body of Coriolanus. A deed Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads,
triumvirs after the death of
conspirators against Julius Ligarius,
nius; friends to Brutus and Cassius.
servants to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Axendants, ác.
terwards at Sardis ; and near Philippi.
self into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holi
day, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. SCENE 1.-Rome. A Street. Enter Flavius, Ma
Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he rullus, and a Rabble of Citizens.
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ?
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Upon a labouring day, without the sign
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, of your profession?-Speak, what trade art thou ? To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? The live-long day, with patient expectation, What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: - You, sir; what trade are you?
And when you saw his chariot but appear, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am Have you not made an universal shout, but, as you would say, a cobbler.
That Tyber trembled anderneath her banks,
2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a Made in her concave shores?
And do you now call out a holiday?
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me : Be gone; Fet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, thou Pray to the gods to intermit the plague siucy fellow
That needs must light on this ingratitude. 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Assemble all the poor men of your sort; 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears I medille with no tradesman's matters, nor women's Into the channel, till the lowest stream matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. (Exc. Citizens. old shoes ; when they are in great danger, I 18-cover See, whe'r their basest metal be not movd; them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. have gone upon my handy-work.
Go you down that way towards the capitol;
you do find then deck'd with ceremonies, 2 lit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get my.
Mar. May we do so ?
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Than that poor Bruttis, with himself at war, Flav. It is no matter ; let no images
Forgets the'shows of love to other men. Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your par And drive away the vulgar from the streets :
sion; So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Who else would soar above the view of men,
Bru. No, Cassis : for the eye sees not itsell, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.
But by reflection, by some other things.
Cas. 'Tis just : SCENE 11.-The same. A public Place. Enter, in
And it is very much lamented, Brutus, Procession, with music, Cæsar; Antony, for the
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn course ; Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus,
Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Cassius, and Casca, a great Crowd following ; among
That you might see your shadow. I have heard, them a Soothsayer.
Where many of the best respect in Rome, Cæs. Calphurnia, —
(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
[Music ceases. Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cæs. Calphurnia,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassis, Cal. Here, my lord.
That you would have me seek into myself Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
For that which is not in me? When he doth run his course. Antonius.
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear : Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
And, since you know you cannot see yourself Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
So well as by reflection, I, your glass, To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,
Will modestly discover to yourself The barren, touched in this holy chase,
That of yourself which you yet know not of,
And be not jealons of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. (Music. || To every new protester; if you know Sooth. Cæsar.
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Cæs. Ha! who calls ?
And after scandal thein; or if you know Casca. Bid every noise be stiil:-Peace yet again, That I profess myself in banqueting
(Music ceases. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
(Flourish and short I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Cry, Cæsar :--Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Choose Cæsar for their king. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Ay, do you fear it? Cas.
What man is that!
Then must I think you would not have it so. Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
Bru. I would not, Cassius ; yet I love him well :March.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
Well, honour is the subject of my story
I cannot tell, what you and other men Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part Think of this life; but, for my single self, of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
I had as lief not be, as live to be Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
In awe of such thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a mw and gusty day,
Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood, Be not deceivd : If I have veild my look,
And swim to yonder point ::- Upon the words I turn the trouble of any countenance
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. of late, with passions of some difference,
The torrent roard ; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
1, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did froin the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius,
And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
As we bave seen him in the capitol,
Being crossd in conference by some senators.
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights :
Ant. Fear him not, Cesar, he's not dangerous; As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
He is a noble Roman, and well given. A man of such a feeble temper should
Cæs. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: So get the start of the majestic world,
Yet if my name were liable to fear, And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. I do not know the man I should avoid Bru.
Another general shout! So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; I do believe, that these applauses are
He is a great observer, and he looks For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays,
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Men at some time are masters of their fates :
Such men as he le never at heart's ease, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train, Casca stays behind. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout. Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; Would you Now in the names of all the gods at once,
speak with me? Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar fred,
Bru. Ay, Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd today, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd: That Cæsar looks so sad? Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? When went there by an age, since the great flood, Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd. But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him: and beWhen could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
ing offered him, he put it by with the back of his band, That her wide walks encompassid but one man?
thus; and then the people fell a' shouting. Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
Bru. What was the second noise for? When there is in it but one only man.
Casca. Why, for that too. O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Cas. They shouted thrice; what was the last cry for? There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Casca. Why, for that too. The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? As easily as a king.
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
every time gentler than other; and at every putting. What you would work me to, I have some aim ;
by, mine bonest neighbours shouted. How I have thought of this, and of these times,
Cas. Who offered him the crown? I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
Casca. Why, Antony. I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Be any further mov'd. What you have said,
Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner I will consider; what you have to say,
of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw I will with patience lear: and find a time
Mark Antony offer him a crowd ;-yet 'twas not a Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.
crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets ;-and, as I Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
told you, he put it by once; but, for all that, to my Brutus had rather be a villager,
thinking, he would fajn have had it. Then he offered Than to repute himself a son of Rome
it to him again ; then he put it by again : but, to my Under these hard conditions as this time
thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. Is like to lay upon us.
And then he offered it the third time; he put it the Cas.
I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. || booted, and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up
third time by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement Re-enter Cæsar, and his Train.
their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. stinking breath because Cæsar refused the crown, that
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; it had almost choked Cæsar; for he swooned, and fell And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, What hath proceeded, worthy note, wo-lay.
for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air,
Cus. But, soft, I pray you; What? did Cæsar swoon? Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at:
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foam- And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure ; ed at mouth, and was speechless.
For we will shake him, or worse days endure. (Ext. Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling-sickness. Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not; but you, and I,
SCENE 111.-The same. A Street. Thunder and And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.
Lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, Casca, trih Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am his sword draron, and Cicero. sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, accorling as he pleased, and
Cic. Good even, Casca: Brought you Cæsar bone? displeased them, as they use to do the players in the
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so ?
Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earch theatre, I am no true man. Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself?
Shakes, like a thing unfirin? O Cicero, Casca. Mairy, before he fell down, when he perecir.
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds ed the common herd was gladl he refused the crown, he
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat to cut.-An I had been a man of any occupation, if I
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds:
But never till to-night, never till now, would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues :-and so he fell. When he
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven; came to himself again, he said, If he had done or said,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, any thing amiss, he desired their worships to think it
Incenses them to send destruction. was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, good soul!-and forgave him with
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful! all their hearts : But there's no heed to be taken of
Carca. A common slave (you know him well by sight) them; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers, they would
Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn
Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, have done no less.
Not sensible of fire, remaind unscorch'd.
Besides, (I have not since put up my sword)
Against the capitol I met a lion,
Who glar'd upon me, and went surly by, Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Without annoying me: And there were drawn Cas. To what effect?
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i'
Transformed with their fear; who swore, they say the face again: But those, that understood him, smiled
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. at one another, and shook their heads : but, for mine
And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit, own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too : Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off || Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place,
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
These are their rcasons,—They are natural;
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: your dinner worth the eating.
But men may construe things after their fashion, Cas. Good; I will expect you.
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves
Comes Cæsar to the capitol to-morrow?
Casca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonius
Send word to you, he would be there to-MortOW.
Cic. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky Cas. So is he now, in execution
Is not to walk in. of any bold or noble enterprize,
Cas. Who's there?
A Roman. Bru. Aud so it is. For this time I will leave you : Cas.
Casca, by your voice Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,
Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this? i will come home to you ; or, if you will,
Cas. A very pleasing night to hopest men. Come bome with me, and I will wait for you.
Casca. Who ever knew the bcavens menace so? Caz. I will do so :-uill then, think of the world. Cus. Those, that have known the earth so full of
[Exit Bruins. faults: Web, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
For my part, I have walk d about the streets, Thy honourable meial may be wrought
sabuitting me unto the perilous night ; From that it is disposil: Therefore 'tis moet
And, thus un braced, Casca, as you see,
And, when the cross blue lightning seemd to open
Even in the aim and very Nash of it. He should not huniour me. I will this night,
Casc. But wherefore did you so much tempt tlap In several hands, in at his windows throw,
heavens? As if they caine from several citizens,
It is the part of men to fear and tremble, Writing, ali tending to the great opinion
When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send That Runne holds of his name ; wlican obscurly Such dreadful heralds lo astonish us.