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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
The benefit of our levies, answering us

Flutter'd your voices in Corioli:
With our own charge; making a treaty, where Alone I did it.-Boy!
There was a yielding; This admits no excuse.


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.
Cor. Hail, lords ! I am return'd your soldier ;
No more infected with my country's love,

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;

With bloody passage, led your wars, even to
'The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home, This orb o'the earth : His last offence to us

The man is noble, and his fame folds in
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
The charges of the action. We have made peace,

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,
Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
'Together with the seal o'the senate, what

To use my lawful sword !

Insolent villain!

! 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
Cor. Traitor!-How now ?-

Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
Ay, traitor, Marcius.
i Lord.

o TullesCor.


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;

i Lord.

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,

2 Lord.

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,

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Jnlius Cæsar.
Octavius Caesar,
Marcus Antonius,

triumvirs after the death of

Julius Carsar.
M. Æmil. Lepidus,
Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena ; senators.
Marcus Brutus,

conspirators against Julius Ligarius,

Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,
Flavius and Marullus, tribunes.
Artemidorus, a sophist of Cnidos.

A Soothsayer.
Cinna, a Poet. Another Poet.
Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, young Cato, and Volum-

nius; friends to Brutus and Cassius.
Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Darlanius ;

servants to Brutus.
Pindarus, servant to Cassius.
Calphurnia, zvise to Cæsar.
Portia, wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Axendants, ác.
SCENE, during a great part of the play, at Rome: af-

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 ?
ENCE ; home, you idle creatures, get you home; You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,

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,
Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. To hear the replication of your sounds,

2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a Made in her concave shores?
safe conscience ; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad And do you now put on your best attire ?

And do you now call out a holiday?
Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty knave, | And do you now strew flowers in his way,
what trade?

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;
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? This way will I: Disrobe the images,
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? If

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,
Shake off their steril curse.

And be not jealons of me, gentle Brutus:
I shall remember:

Were I a common laugher, or did use
When Cæsar says. Do this, it is perform d.

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?
Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. What is it that you would impart to me?
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng. Look upon If it be aught toward the general good,

Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. And I will look on both indifferently:
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
Cos. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass. The name of honour more than I fear death.
[Sennet. Excunt all but Brutus and Cassius.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? As well as I do know your outward favour.
Bru. Not I.

Well, honour is the subject of my story
Cas. I pray you, do.

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'll leave you.

I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: We both have fed as well; and we can both
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,

Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
And show of love, as I was wont to have :

For once, upon a mw and gusty day,
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
Over your friend that loves you.

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
Conceptions only proper to myself,

With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my beliaviours : And stemıning it with hearts of controversya
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd; But ere we could arrive the point proposily
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Cæsar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink,
Nor construe any further my ugket,

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Did froin the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius,
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
Did I the tired Csesar: And this man

And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Is now become a god; and Cassius is

Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
A wretcher creature, and must bend his body, Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

As we bave seen him in the capitol,
He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Being crossd in conference by some senators.
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake: Cæs. Antonius.
His covard lips did from their colour fiy;

Ant. Cæsar.
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Cas. Let me have men about me that are fat ;
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:

Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights :
As, and t) at tongue of his, that bade the Romans Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,

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;
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

And therefore are they very dangerous.
Brutus, and Cæsar : What should be in that Cæsar? I rather tell thee what is to be feard,
Why shoold that name be sounded more than yours? Than what I fear, for always I ain Cæsar.
Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
Sound them, it doth hecome the mouth as well; And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure them,

[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.
Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

Besides, (I have not since put up my sword)
Casca. Ay.
Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?

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,
Cæsar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well.

Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
There was more foolery yet, is I could remember it.
Cas. Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?

These are their rcasons,—They are natural;
Casca. No, I am promised forth.

For, I believe, they are portentous things

Unto the climate that they point upon.
Cus. Will you dine with me to-morrow ?
Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and

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. Do so: farewell, both. [Erit Casca.
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?

Casca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonius
Ile was quick metile, when he went to school.

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,


Farewell, Cicero
However he puts on this tardly form.

Enter Cassius.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words

Cas. Who's there?
With better appetite.


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,
That nobic minds keep ever with their likes : Hlave bar'd my bosom to the thunderstone:
For who so firm, that cannot be sluca ?

And, when the cross blue lightning seemd to open
Casar doth bear me hanl; but he loves Brutus: The breast of heaven, I did present myself
II were Brutus now, and le were Cassius,

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.

[E.nit Cicero

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