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Enter a Messenger. Bru.

What's the matter? Mes. You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis

thought, That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind To hear him speak: The matrons flung their

Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue; and the commons made
A shower, and thunder, with their caps, and shouts:
I never saw the like.

Let's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.

Have with you. [Ereunt.

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Enter two Officers, to lay cushions. i Off. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand for consulships?

2 Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.

i Off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.

2 Off: ’Faith, there have been many great men that have flatter'd the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground: Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love, or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition; and, out of his noble carelessness, let's them plainly see't.

1 Off. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good, nor harm; but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.

i Off. He hath deserved worthily of his country: And his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonnetted, without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation and report: but he hath so planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.

i Off. No more of him; he is a worthy man: Make way, they are coming.

A Sennet. Enter, with Lictors before them, Cominius

the Consul, Menenius, Coriolanus, many other Senators, Sicinius and Brutus. The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take theirs also by themselves.

Men. Having determin’d of the Volces, and To send for Titus Lartius, it remains, As the main point of this our after-meeting, To gratify his noble service, that Hath thus stood for his country: Therefore, please

you, Most reverend and grave elders, to desire The present consul, and last general In our well-found successes, to report A little of that worthy work perform’d By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom We meet here, both to thank, and to remember With honours like himself. 1 Sen.

Speak, good Cominius:
Leave nothing out for length; and make us think,
Rather our state's defective for requital,
Than we to stretch it out. Masters o' the people,
We do request your kindest ears; and, after,
Your loving motion toward the common body,
To yield what passes here.

We are convented
Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts
Inclinable to honour and advance
The theme of our assembly.

Which the rather
We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember

A kinder value of the people, than
He hath hereto priz’d them at.

That's off, that's off;
I would you rather had been silent: Please you
To hear Cominius speak?

Most willingly:
But yet my caution was more pertinent,
Than the rebuke you give it.

He loves your people;
But tie him not to be their bedfellow. -
Worthy Cominius, speak.-Nay, keep your place.

(Coriolanus rises, and offers to go away. 1 Sen. Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear What

you have nobly done. Cor.

Your honours' pardon; I had rather have my wounds to heal again, Than hear

say how I got them. Bru.

Sir, I hope,
My words dis-bench'd

No, sir: yet oft, When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: But, your

people, I love them as they weigh. Men.

Pray now, sit down. Cor. I had rather have one scratch my head i'

you not.

the sun,

When the alarum were struck, than idly sit
To hear my nothings monster'd.

[Exit Coriolanus. Men.

Masters o' the people, Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter,

(That's thousand to one good one,) when you now

see, He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, Than one of his ears to hear it:- Proceed, Comi

nius. Com. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly.--It is held, That valour is the chiefest virtue, and Most dignifies the haver: if it be, The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpois’d. At sixteen years, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator, Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight, When with his Amazonian chin he drove The bristled lips before him: he bestrid An o'er-press'd Roman, and i' the consul's view Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met, And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats, When he might act the woman in the scene, He prov'd best man i' the field, and for his meed Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea; And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since, He lurch'd all swords o' the garland. For this


Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him hone: He stopp'd the fliers;
And, by his rare example, made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as waves before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,
And fell below his stem: his sword (death's stamp)


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