him that: if he had flaid by him, I would not have been fo fidiufed for all the chefts in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the fenate poflefs'd of this? Vol. Good Ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes: the fenate has letters from the General, wherein he gives. my fon the whole name of the war: he hath in this action out-done his former deeds doubly.. Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. Men. Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchafing. Vir. The gods grant them true! Vol. True? pow, waw.—— Men. True? I'll be fworn they are true. Where is he wounded? God fave your good worthips;-: Marcius is coming home; he has more caufe to be proud where is he wounded? [To the Tribunes. Vol. I' th' fhoulder, and i' th' left arm; there will be large cicatrices to fhew the people, when he fhall ftand for his place. He received in the repulfe of Tarquin feven hurts i' th' body. (13) Men. One i' th' neck, and one too i' th' thigh; there's nine that I know. Vol. He had, before this laft expedition, twenty five wounds upon him. (13) He received, in the repulfe of Tarquin, feven burts th' body. Men. One i'th neck, and two i'th thigh: there's nine, that I know.] Seven,-one,-and two, and thefe make but nine? furely, we may with fafety affift Menenius in his arithmetic. This is a ftupid blunder; but where-ever we can ac count by a próbable reafon for the caule of it, that directs the emendation. Here it was cafy for a negligent tranfcriber to omit the fecond one as a needlefs repetition of the first, and to make a numeral word of too.. Mr Warburton, Men. Now 'tis twenty feven; every gash was an enemy's grave. Hark, the trumpets. [A fhout and flourish. Vol. These are the ufhers of Marcius; before him he carries noife, and behind him he leaves tears: Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth ly; Which being advanced, declines, and then men die. Trumpets found. Enter COMINIUs the General, and TITUS LARTIus; between them CORIOLANUS, crowned with an oaken garland, with Captains and Soldiers, and a Herauld. Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight Within Corioli gates, where he hath won, With fame a name to Caius Marcius. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! [Sound. Flourish. All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Cor. No more of this; it does offend my heart: Pray now, no more. Com. Look, Sir, your mother, Cor. Oh! You have, I know, petitioned all the gods For my profperity. Vol. Nay, my good foldier, up: My gentle Martius, worthy Caius, and Cor. My gracious filence, hail! [Kneels. Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, That weep'it to fee me triumph? ah, my dear, Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, And mothers that lack fons. Men. Now the gods crown thee! Cor. And live you yet? O my fweet Lady, pardon. [To Valeria. Vol. I know not where to turn. Owelcome home; And welcome, General! y' are welcome all. Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh, I'm light and heavy;--welcome ! A curfe begin at very root on's heart, That is not glad to fee thee.---You are three That Rome fhould doat on: yet, by the faith of men, We've fome old crab-trees here at home, that wilk not Be grafted to your relish. Welcome, warriors ! We call a nettle, but a nettle, and The faults of fools, but folly. Com. Ever right. Cor. Menenius, ever, ever. Her. Give way there, and go on. Ere in our own houfe I do fhade my head, (14) From whom I have received not only greetings, But, with them, charge of honours. (14) From whom I have received not only greetings, But, with them, change of honours.] Change of honours is a very poor expreffion, and communicates but a very poor idea. I have ventured to fubftitute, charge i. e. a fresh charge or commiffion. Thefe words are frequently miftaken for each other. So afterwards, in this play; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' th' air, And yet to change thy fulphur with a bolt, That fhould but rive an oak. For here we must likewife correct, charge; Oh, that I knew this hufband, which, you fay, muft change his horns with garlands! Here likewife we must read, charge, i. e. put garlands upon his horns. In the Maid's Tragedy (by Beaumont and Flet Vol. I have lived To fee inherited my very wishes, And buildings of my fancy; only one thing Cor. Know, good mother, I Had rather be their fervant in my way, Than fway with them in theirs. Com. On to the capitol. [Flourish. Cornets. [Exeunt in State, as before? BRUTUS, and SICINIUS come forward. Bru. All tongues fpeak of him, and the bleared fights Are spectacled to fee him. Your pratling nurse While the chats him: the kitchen malkin pins Are fmothered up, leads filled, and ridges horfed In earnestnefs to fee him: feld-fhown Flamins cher) charge is vice verfa printed in all the editions instead of change. For we were wont to charge our fouls in talk. This, 'tis evident, is nonfenfe; but friends, by the communication of their thoughts to each other, are finely said to exchange fouls in talk. Sic. On the fudden I warrant him conful. Bru. Then our office may, During his power, go fleep. Sic. He cannot temperately tranfport his honours, From where he should begin and end, but will Lofe thofe he hath won. Bru. In that there's comfort. Sic. Doubt not, The commoners, for whom we stand, but they With the least cause, these his new honours; which That he will give, make I as little question As he is proud to do't. Brú. I heard him fwear, Were he to stand for conful, never would he Nor fhewing, as the manner is, his wounds Bru. It was his word: oh, he would miss it, rather Than carry it but by the fuit o' th' gentry, And the defire o' th' nobles. Sic. I wish no better Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it In execution. Bru. 'Tis moft like he will. Sic. It fhall be to him then, as our good wills, A fure deftruction. Bru. So it must fall out To him, or our authorities. For an end, We must suggest the people, in what hatred |