The value of her own: 'twere a concealment Worfe than a theft, no less than a traducement, What you have done,) before our army hear me. Com. Should they not, Well might they fefter 'gainft ingratitude, And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, Your only choice. Mar. I thank you, general; [A long flourish. They all cry, Marcius! Marcius! caft up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and LARTIUS ftand bare. Mar. May these fame inftruments, which you profane, An overture for the wars! No more, I fay; In In acclamations hyperbolical; As if I lov'd my little should be dieted Com. With all the applause and clamour of the host, The addition nobly ever! All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Cor. I will go wash; Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank you:- To undercreft your good addition, To the fairness of my power. Com. So, to our tent: Where, ere we do repofe us, we will write To Rome of our fuccefs.-You, Titus Lartius, The best, with whom we may articulate, Lart. I shall, my lord. I that now Refus'd Cor. The gods begin to mock me. Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg Com. Take it 'tis yours.—What is't? Cor. I fometime lay, here in Corioli, At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly; And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you Com. O, well begg'd! Cor. By Jupiter, forgot : I am weary; yea, my memory is tir'd. Have we no wine here? Com. Go we to our tent: The blood upon your vifage dries: 'tis time [Exeunt. SCENE X. The Camp of the Volces. A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS bloody, with two or three foldiers. Auf. The town is ta'en! 1 Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. Auf. Condition ?— I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, Being a Volce, be that I am.-Condition! I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, I have fought with thee; fo often hast thou beat me; If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, (True fword to fword), I'll potch at him some way; I Sol. He's the devil. Auf. Bolder, though not fo fubtle: My valour's poi fon'd, With only suffering ftain by him; for him Wash my I I Sol. Will not you go? Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: pray you, ('Tis fouth the city mills,) bring me word thither How the world goes; that to the pace of it I may fpur on my journey. I Sol. I fhall, fir, [Exeunt. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Rome. A public Place. Enter MENENIUS, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS. Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have news to-night. Bru. Good, or bad? Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius. Sic. Nature teaches beafts to know their friends. Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love? Sic. The lamb. Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius. Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall afk Both Trib. Well, fir. you. Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you too have not in abundance? Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but flor'd with all. Sic. Efpecially, in pride. Bru. And topping all others in boasting. Men. This is ftrange now: Do you two know how you are cenfured here in the city, I mean of us o' the righthand file? Do you? Both Trib. Why, how are we cenfured? Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will you not be angry? well. Both Trib. Well, well, fir, Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occafion will rob you of a great deal of patience: give 3 your |