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You bless me, Gods! Auf. Therefore, most absolute, sir, if thou wilt

have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission; and set down,As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,—thine own

ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: Let me commend thee first to those, that shall Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Most welcome!

(Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. 1 Serv. (advancing.] Here's a strange alteration !

2 Sero. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.

I Serv. What an arm he has! He turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.

2 Sero. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought, I cannot tell how to term it.

Scro. He had so; looking, as it were, 'Would I were hang’d, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.

2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i' the world.

i Sero. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.

2 Sero. Who? my master?
1 Sero. Nay, it's no matter for that.
2 Sero. Worth six of him.

I Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.

2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.

Sero. Ay, and for an assault too.

Re-enter third Servant. 3 Sero. O, slaves, I can tell you news, news, you rascals.

18 2 Sero. What, what, what? let's partake.

3 Sero. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.

1 & 2 Serv. Wherefore? wherefore?

3 Sero. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general, Caius Marcius.

1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general?

3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him.

2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.

1 Sero. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on’t: before Corioli, he scotch'd him and notch'd him like a carbonado. -. 2 Sero. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too.

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1 Seru But, more of thy news?

3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o' the table: no question ask'd him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctities himself with's hand, and turns up the white o’the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday: for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table, He'll go, he says, and sowle the porter of Rome gates by the ears: He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage poll'd.

2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.

3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which friends, sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir,) show themselves (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in directitude.

1 Serv. Directitude! What's that?

3 Sero. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.

1 Serv. But when goes this forward?

3 Sero. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2 Sero, Why, then we shall have a stirring world

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again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

i Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mull’d, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than wars a de. stroyer of men.

2 Sero. 'Tis so: and as wars, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

1 Sero. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

3 Sero. Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volcians.—They are rising, they are rising. All. In, in, in, in..

Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

ROME. A PUBLICK PLACE.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear

him;
His remedies are tame i' the present peace
And quietness o' the people, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had,
Though they themselves did suffer by’t, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see

Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
About their functions friendly.

Enter Menenius. Bru. We stood to’t in good time. Is this Me

nenius? Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kind Of late.- Hail, sir! Men.

Hail to you both! Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, But with his friends: the common-wealth doth

stand; And so would do, where he more angry at it. . Men. All's well; and might have been much

better, if He could have temporiz’d. Sic.

Where is he, hear you? Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his

wife Hear nothing from him.

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Enter three or four Citizens.
Cit. The gods preserve you both!
Sic.

Good-e'en, our neighbours. Bru. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all. i Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our

knees, Are bound to pray for you both. Sic.

Live, and thrive! Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours: We wish'd Co

riolanus Had lov'd you as we did.

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