Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings; Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth: 30 next, Accept my thankfulness. Sir, we have all Sec. Mess. Great cause to give great thanks. Sic. They are near the city? Sec. Mess. Almost at point to enter. Sic. We will meet them, And help the joy. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. A street near the gate. Enter two Senators with VOLUMNIA, Virgilia, VALERIA, &c. passing over the stage, followed by Patricians, and others. First Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, them: Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, All. Welcome, ladies, Welcome ! [A flourish with drums and trumpets. Exeunt. SCENE VI. Antium. A public place. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the lords o' the city I am here: Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse The city ports by this hath enter'd and Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: dispatch. [Exeunt Attendants. Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUS' faction. Presented to my knife his throat: I took him; First Con. So he did, my lord: The army marvell'd at it, and, in the last, When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no less spoil than glory,— Auf. 40 There was it: For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action: therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! [Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People. First Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home: but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. Sec. Con. 50 And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats All the Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf. I have not deserved it But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused What I have written to you? Lords. First Lord. We have. And grieve to hear't 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 excuse. Auf. He approaches: you shall hear him. 70 Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drum and colours; Commoners being with him. Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier, No more infected with my country's love Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting 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 home Do more than counterpoise a full third part So Auf Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously go Cor. Auf. No more. Ha! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion- First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound!" If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? All Consp. Let him die for't. 120 All the people. Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently. 'He killed my son.' 'My daughter.' He killed my cousin Marcus.' 'He killed my father.' Cor. 130 Sec. Lord. Peace, ho! no outrage: peace! The man is noble and his fame folds-in This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. O that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. Insolent villain! All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! [The Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus: Aufidius stands on his body. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold! Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. First Lord. Sec. Lord. O Tullus,Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. Third Lord. all, be quiet; Tread not upon him. Masters Put up your swords. Auf My lords, when you shall know-as in this rage, Provoked by him, you cannot-the great danger First Lord. 141 Bear from hence his body; And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse that ever herald Did follow to his urn. Sec. Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it. Auf. My rage is gone; And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. 149 Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers: I'll be one. Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, Which to this hour bewail the injury, Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. A dead march sounded. ACT I. SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol. MILIUS, a noble Roman ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, sons to Tamora. AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clow: Goths and Romans. TAMORA, Queen of the Goths. LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus. Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, and SCENE: Rome, and the country near it. From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, Bas. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. my right, If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, crown. 10 Sat. How fair the tribune speaks to calm my Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy And so I love and honour thee and thine, I thank you all and here dismiss you all, [Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus. Rome, be as just and gracious unto me As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the gates, and let me in. Bas. Tribunes, and me, a poor competitor. [Flourish. Saturninus and Bassianus go up into the Capitol. Enter a Captain. Cap. Romans, make way: the good Andronicus, Patron of virtue, Rome's best champion, Tit. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! 70 Lo, as the bark, that hath discharged her fraught, 80 Alive and dead, and for their brethren slain 130 Tam. O cruel, irreligious piety! Chi. Was ever Scythia half so barbarous? Dem. Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome, Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive To tremble under Titus' threatening looks. Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent, May favour Tamora, the Queen of GothsWhen Goths were Goths and Tamora was queenTo quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. Re-enter LUCIUS, QUINTUS, MARTIUS, and MUTIUS, with their swords bloody. 141 Luc. See, lord and father, how we have perform'd Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my Our Roman rites: Alarbus' limbs are lopp'd, sword. Titus, unkind and careless of thine own, How many sons of mine hast thou in store, That we may hew his limbs, and on a pile 100 Tit. I give him you, the noblest that survives, The eldest son of this distressed queen. Tam. Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious con And entrails feed the sacrificing fire, [Trumpets sounded, and the coffin laid in the tomb. In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; 150 Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: Lav. In peace and honour live Lord Titus long; 160 My noble lord and father, live in fame! The cordial of mine age to glad my heart! Marc. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother, 170 Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome! Marc. And welcome, nephews, from suc- You that survive, and you that sleep in fame! That in your country's service drew your swords: Tit. A better head her glorious body fits 190 200 Marc. Titus, thou shalt obtain and ask the empery. Tit. Tribunes, I thank you: and this suit I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, 240 Tit. It doth, my worthy lord; and in this I hold me highly honour'd of your grace: Tit. [To Tamora] Now, madam, are you Sat. Proud and ambitious tribune, canst thou To him that, for your honour and your state, tell? Tit. Patience, Prince Saturninus. The people's hearts, and wean them from them- Bas. Andronicus, I do not flatter thee, Of noble minds is honourable meed. Tit. People of Rome, and people's tribunes I ask your voices and your suffrages: Will use you nobly and your followers. 260 Sat. A goodly lady, trust me; of the hue Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Rome: 270 Lav. Not I, my lord; sith true nobility Ransomless here we set our prisoners free: [Flourish. Saturninus courts Tamera in dumb show. Bas. Lord Titus, by your leave, this maid is mine. [Seising Lavinia. Tit. How, sir! are you in earnest then, my lord? Bas. Ay, noble Titus; and resolved withal To do myself this reason and this right. 279 |