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tyger; that shall our poor city find; and all this is long of you.

St. Tre gods be good unto us!

Men, No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we baniihed him, we refpeéted not them: and he returning to break our: necks, they respect not iis.

Enter a Mestenger.
Mef. Sir, if you'd lave your life, fly to your house;
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,
And hale him up and down; all swearing, if
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,
They'll give him death by inches.

Enter another. Messenger.
Sic. What's the news ?

[vailedy
Mes. Good news, good news, the ladies have pre..
The Volscians are diilodged, and Marcius gone:
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.

Sic. Friend,
Art certain this is true? is it most certain ?

Mef. As certain as I know the sun is fire :
Where have

you

furked, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through th' gates. Why, hark

you;. [Trumpets, Hauthoys, Drums beat all together. The trumpets, fackbuts, pfalteries and fifes, Tubors and cymbals, and the thouting Romans Make the fun dance. Hark you! [A shout within.

Men. This is good news:
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia .
Is worth of confuls, fenators, patricians,
A city full: of tribunes, such as you,

A fea and land full. You've pray'd well to-day: This morning, for ten thousand of your throats I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy !

[Sound fill with the shouts. Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings: Accept my thankfulness.

[next, Mer. Sir, we have all great cause to give great Sic. They're near the city ?

[thanks. Mes. Almost at point to enter.

Sic. We'll meet them, and help the joy. [Exeunt. Enter two Senators, with Ladies, passing over the

Stage ; with other Lords. Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires : strew flowers before Unshout the noise that banished Marcius; [them: Repeal him with the welcome of his mother: Cry,---Welcome, Ladies, welcome ! [Exeunt. All. Welcome, Ladies, welcome !

[ 4 flourish with Drums and Trumpetsa SCENE changes to a public Place in Antium.

Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the Lords o'th'city, I am here : Deliver them this paper : having read it, Bid them repair to th' market-place, where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. He, I accuse, The city ports by this hach entered; and Intends. t' appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words. Dispatch.---Moft

welcome ! Enter three or four Conspirator's of Aufidius's

Faction.
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Auf. Even so
As with a man by his own alms impoisoned,
And with his charity flain.

2 Con. Most noble Sir,
If you do hold the same intent wherein
You wilhed us parties, we'll deliver you.
of your great danger.

Auf. Sir, I cannot tell;
We must proceed as we do find the people.

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain whilst
*Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either
Makes the survivor heir of all.

Auf. I know it ;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
A good construction, I raised hiin, and pawned
Mine honour for his truth; who being so heightened,
He watered his new plants with dews of Aattery,
Seducing fo my friends; and to this end,
He bowed his nature, never known before
But to be rough, unswayable, and free.

3. Cor. Sir, his stoutuess.
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
By lack of stooping,

Auf. That I would have spoke of:
Being banished for't, he came unto my hearth,
Presented to my knife his throat; I took him,
IMade him joint servant with me; gave

him

way
n all his own desires; nay, let him chuse
Out of my files, his projects to accomplishi,
My best and freshest men; served his designments
In mine own person ; holpe to reap the fame,
Which he did make all his; and took some pride.
To do myself this wrong; 'till, at the last,
I seemed his follower, not partner; and
He waged me with his countenance, as if
I had been mercenary.

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1 Con. So he did, my Lord: The

army marvelled at it; and, at last, When he had carried Rome, and that we looked For no less spoil than glory

Auf. There was it;For which my finews fhall be stretched upon him; At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he fold the blood and labour Of our great action; therefore he shall die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark !

[Drums and Trumpets found, with great

shouts of the people. i Con. Your native town you entered like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise.

-2 Con. And patient fools, Whole children he hath Plain, their base throats tear, -Giving him glory.

-3 Con. Therefore at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Which we will second. When he lyes along, After your way his tale pronounced thall bury His reasons with his body.

Auf. Say no more,
Here come the Lords.

Enter the Lords of the City.
All Lords. You're most welcome home.

Auf. I have not deserved it.
But, worthy Lords, have you with heed perused
What I have written to you?

All. We have.

i Lord. And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think, Might have found easy fines: but there to end,

Where he was to begin, and give away
The benefit of our levies, answering us
With our own charge, making a treaty where
There was a yielding, this admits no excufe.

Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drums and co-

lours; the Commons being with him.
Cor. Hail, Lords; I am returned, your foldier;
No more infected with my country's love,
Than when I parted hence, but still fubfisting
Under your great command. You are to know,
That prosperously I have attempted, and
With bloody passage led your wars, even to
The gates of Rome. Our spoils, we have brought
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, [home,
The charges of the action. We've made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates,
Than shame to th' Romans: and we here deliver,
Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
Together with the seal o' th’ Senate, what
We have compounded on.

Auf. Read it not, noble Lords.
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
He hath abused your powers.

Cor. Traitor! how now?
Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Cor. Marcius!
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; dost thou

think
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stolen name
Coriolanus, in Corioli?
You Lords and heads o'th' state, perfidiously
He has betrayed your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome;
I say, your city, to his wife and mother;

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