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usury to support usurers: repeal daily any whole-
some act established against the rich; and provide
more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and re-
strain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they
will; and there's all the love they bear us.
Men. Either you must

Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you

A pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it;
But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
To scale't3 a little more.

1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver.

Men. There was a time when all the body's

Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it :-
That only like a gulf it did remain

I' the midst o' the body, idle and inactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Like labor with the rest; where the other instru-


Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
And, mutually participate, did minister
Unto the appetite and affection common
Of the whole body. The belly answered,-

1 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
Men. Sir, I shall tell you.-With a kind of smile,
Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus,
(For, look you, I may make the belly smile,
As well as speak,) it tauntingly replied

To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
That envied his receipt; even so most fitly5
As you malign our senators, for that
They are not such as you.
1 Cit.

Your belly's answer: What!
The kingly-crowned-head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabric, if that they-

What then?

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I will tell you;

If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little)
Patience, a while, you'll hear the belly's answer.
1 Cit. You are long about it.
Men. Note me this, good friend;
Your most grave belly was deliberate,
Not rash like his accusers, and thus answered:
True is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he,
That I receive the general food at first,
Which you do live upon: and fit it is;
Because I am the storehouse, and the shop
Of the whole body: But if you do remember,
I send it through the rivers of your blood,

Even to the court, the heart,-to the seat o' the brain;
And, through the cranks and offices of man,
The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins,
From me receive that natural competency
Whereby they live: And though that all at once,
You, my good friends, (this says the belly,) mark


1 Cit. Ay, sir; well, well. Men.

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That like nor peace,nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,
To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great-

Deserves your hate: and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favors, swims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye!
Trust ye?

With every minute you do change a mind;
And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile, that was your garland. What's the

That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
Would feed on one another?-What's their seeking?
Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they
The city is well stor❜d.

Hang 'em! They say?
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
What's done i' the Capitol: who's like to rise,
Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and

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Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,8

And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry9
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
As I could pick my lance.

Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per-

For though abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech you,
What says the other troop?


They are dissolved: Hang 'em! They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs;

That, hunger broke stone walls; that,dogs must eat;
That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods

sent not

Corn for the rich men only:-With these shreds
They vented their complainings; which being

And a petition granted them, a strange one,
Though all at once cannot (To break the heart of generosity,

See what I do deliver out to each;
Yet I can make my audit up, that all
From me do back receive the flour of all,
And leave me but the bran. What say you to't?
1 Cit. It was an answer. How apply you this?
Men. The senators of Rome are this goodly belly,
And you the mutinous members: For examine
Their counsels,and their cares; digest things rightly
Touching the weal o' the common; you shall find,
No public benefit which you receive,
But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you,
And no way from yourselves.-What do you think?
You, the great toe of this assembly ?-

1 Cit. I the great toe! Why the great toe?
Men. For that being one o' the lowest, basest,

⚫ Spread it. • Whereas. • Exactly. • Windings.

And make bold power look pale,) they threw theit


As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
Shouting their emulation.2


What is granted them! Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar 18. doms,

of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not-'Sdeath!
The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes
For insurrection's arguing.


This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!

1 Bane.

Pity, compassion.

Heap of dead

2 Faction.

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Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
Only my wars with him: he is a lion
That I am proud to hunt.
1 Sen.

Then, worthy Marcius,
Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
Com. It is your former promise.

Sir, it is;
And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face:
What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?

No, Caius Marcius;

I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other,
Ere stay behind this busines!

1 Sen. Your company to the

Our greatest friends attend us.

O, true bred!

SCENE II.-Corioli. The Senate House.
Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and certain Senators.
1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
That they of Rome are enter'd in our councils,
And know how we proceed.
Is it not yours?
That could be brought to bodily act, ere Rome
What ever hath been thought on in this state,
Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone,
Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
I have the letter here; yes, here it is: [Reads.
They have press'd a power, but it is not known
Whether for east, or west: The dearth is great;
The people mutinous: and it is rumor'd,
Cominius, Marcius, your old enemy,
(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,)
And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent: most likely, 'tis for you:
Consider of it.
1 Sen.

Our army's in the field:
We never yet made doubt that Rome was ready
To answer us.
Nor did you think it folly,
To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when
They needs must show themselves; which in the


It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery,
We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was,
To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome
Should know we were afoot.

2 Sen.
Noble Aufidius,
Take your commission; hie you to your bands:
Let us alone to guard Corioli:
Capitol; where, I If they set down before us, for the remove
Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find
They have not prepar'd for us.
O, doubt not that;
I speak from certainties. Nay, more.
Some parcels of their powers are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honors.
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
'Tis sworn between us we shall never strike
Till one can do no more.
The gods assist you!
Auf. And keep your honors safe!
1 Sen.

Lead you on:
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
Right worthy your priority.

Noble Lartius!

1 Sen. Hence! to your homes, be gone.
[To the Citizens.
Nay, let them follow:
The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither,
To gnaw their garners:3-Worshipful mutineers,
Your valor puts well forth: pray, follow.

[Exeunt Senators, CoM., MAR., TIT., and
MENEN. Citizens steal away.
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
Bru. He has no equal."

Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the


Nay, but his taunts.

Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes?
Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird1 the

Sic. Bemock the modest moon.

Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown
Too proud to be so valiant.

Such a nature,
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Which he treads on at noon: But I do wonder,
His insolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius.

Fame, at the which he aims,-
In whom already he is well graced, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Marcius, O, if he
Had borne the business!

2 Sen.

All. Farewell.


Farewell. [Exeunt.

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Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA: They sit down on two low stools, and sew.

Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a more comfortable sort. If my son were wherein he won honor, than in the embracements my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence of his bed, where he would show most love.When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only son of my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way; when for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour would become such a person; that it was no better from her beholding; I,-considering how honor than picture-like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir,-was pleased to let him seek danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter,-I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, than now, in first seeing he had proved himself a

Besides, if things go well, man.
Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
Of his demerits5 rob Cominius.


Half' all Cominius' honors are to Marcius,
Though Marcius earn'd them not: and all his

To Marcius shall be honors, though, indeed,
In aught he merit not.


Let's hence, and hear

How the despatch is made; and in what fashion,

More than in singularity, he goes

Upon his present action.


• Granaries.

Let's along. [Exeunt.

• Sneer. * Demerits and merits had anciently the same meaning.

Vir. But had he died in the business, nadam, how then?

Vol. Then his good report should have been my son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely: Had I a dozen sons,-each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius,-I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Enter a Gentlewoman.

Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you.

Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.

To subdue.

Vol. Indeed you shall not. Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair; As children from a bear, the Volces shunning him: Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus,Come on, you cowards, you were got in fear, Though you were born in Rome: His bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow Or all, or lose his hire.

Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood! Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, Than gilt his trophy: The breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood At Grecian swords' contending.-Tell Valeria, We are fit to bid her welcome.

[Exit Gent. Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius! Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, And tread upon his neck.

Re-enter Gentlewoman, with VALERIA and her

Val. My ladies both, good day to you.
Vol. Sweet madam,-

Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship.

Val. How do you both? you are manifest housekeepers. What, are you sewing here! A fine spot, in good faith.-How does your little son?

Vir. I thank your ladyship: well, good madam. Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his school-master.

Val. O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis a very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o' Wednesday half an hour together: he has such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it, he let it go again; and after it again; and over and over he comes, and up again; catched it again : or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and tear it; O, I warrant, how he mammock

eds it!

Vol. One of his father's moods.

Val. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
Vir. A crack,9 madam.

Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. Vir. No, good madam: I will not out of doors. Val. Not out of doors!

Vol. She shall, she shall.

Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over the threshold, till my lord return from the wars. Val. Fye,you confine yourselfmost unreasonably; Come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in. Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither Vol. Why, I pray you?

Vir. 'Tis not to save labor, nor that I want love. Val. You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses absence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would, your cambric were sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.

Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.

Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband.

Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet. Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night.

Vir. Indeed, madam?

Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is:-The Volces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of our Roman power: your lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honor: and so, I pray, go

with us.

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Now, Mars, I pr'ythee make us quick in work; That we with smoking swords inay march from hence,

To help our fielded friends!-Come, blow thy blast. They sound a Parley. Enter, on the Walls, sʊme Senators, and others.

Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?

1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums [Alarums afar off. Are bringing forth our youth: We'll break our walls, Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes; They'll open of themselves. Hark you, afar off; [Other Alarums. There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army. Mar. O, they are at it! Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladders, ho!

The Volces enter, and pass over the Stage. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields.-Advance, brave Titus:

They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come on, my fellows;

He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce,
And he shall feel mine edge.

Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting.
The Romans are beaten back to their Trenches.
Re-enter MARCIUS.

Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you You shames of Rome! you herd of-Boils and


Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen, and one infect another
Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and hell.
All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
With flight and agu'd fear! Mend, and charge home,
Or, by the tires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,
And make my wars on you: look to't: Come o
If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
As they us to our trenches followed.
Another Alarum. The Volces and Romans re-enter
and the Fight is renewed. The Voices retire into
Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them to the Gates.

Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey So, now the gates are ope:-Now prove good

you in every thing hereafter.

Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will

but disease our better mirth.

Val. In troth, I think, she would:-Fare you well, then.-Come, good sweet lady.-Pr'ythee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go along

with us.

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'Tis for the followers fortune widens them,

Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like. [He enters the Gates and is shut in. 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness; not 1. 2 Sol. 3 Sol.

Have shut him in.


Nor I.

See, they [Alarum contine es.

To the pot, I warrant him.

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A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.

Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy. 1 Sol. Look, sir. Lart. 'Tis Marcius! Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. [They fight, and all enter the City.

SCENE V.-Within the Town. A Street.
Enter certain Romans, with Spoils.

1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
2 Rom. And I this.

3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. [Alarum continues still afar off.

Enter MARCIUS, and TITUS LARTIUS, with a

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There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the city;
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;

Thy exercise hath been too violent for

A second course of fight.

Mar. Sir, praise me not;

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Mar. As with a man busied about decrees: Condemning some to death, and some to exile; Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the other; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, To let him slip at will.


Com. Where is that slave, Where is he? Call him hither. Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Let him alone, He did inform the truth: But for our gentlemen, The common file, (A plague!-Tribunes for them!)

The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge From rascals worse than they.

Com. But how prevail'd you? Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not thinkWhere is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field? If not, why cease you till you are so? Com.


We have at disadvantage fought, and did

My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well. Retire to win our purpose.

The blood I drop is rather physical

Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page!

Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius !-

[Exit MARCIUS. Go, sound thy trumpet in the market place; Call thither all the officers of the town,

Where they shall know our mind: Away. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-Near the Camp of Cominius.
Enter COMINIUS and Forces retreating.

Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side

They have placed their men of trust?
As I guess, Marcius,
Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates,
Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope.

I do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
We have made to endure friends, that you directly
Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates:
And that you not delay the present; but,
Filling the air with swords advanced, and darts,
We prove this very hour.


Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle bath, And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought, we Deny your asking; take your choice of those

are come off

Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,

We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard
The charges of our friends:-The Roman gods,
Lead their successes as we wish our own;
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun-

Enter a Messenger.

May give you thankful sacrifice!-Thy news?
Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
I saw our party to their trenches driven,
And then I came away.

1 Having sensation, feeling.

The best can aid your action.
Those are they
That most are willing:-If any such be here,
(As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Lesser his person than an ill report;

If any think, brave death outweighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him, alone, or so many, so minded,
Wave thus, Waving his hand,] to express his

And follow Marcius.

[They all shout, and wave their Swords; take him up in their Arms, and cast up their Caps.

• Expend.

2 A Roman coin.

• Soldiers of Antium.

• Front. Present time.

O me, alone! Make you a sword of me?
If these shows be not outward, which of you
But is four Volces? None of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest,
Shall bear the business in some other fight,
As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;-
And four shall quickly draw out my command,
Which men are best inclin'd.
March on, my fellows:
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.

SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. TITUS LARTIUS, having set a Guard upon Corioli, going with a Drum and Trumpet towards COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, and a Scout. Lart. So, let the ports? be guarded; keep your duties,

As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch
Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve
For a short holding: if we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.
Fear not our care, sir.
Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.-
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.

SCENE VIII-A Field of Battle between the
Roman and the Volscian Camps.
Alarum. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.
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Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot.
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
And the gods doom him after !

Halloo me like a hare.


If I fly, Marcius, Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleas'd; 'Tis not my blood Wherein thou seest me mask'd: for thy revenge, Wrench up thy power to the highest. Auf. Wert thou the Hector, That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Thou shouldst not scape me here.

[They fight, and certain Volces come to the aid of AUFIDIUS.

Officious and not valiant,-you have sham'd me In your condemned seconds.9

[Exeunt fighting, driven in by MARCIUS.

SCENE IX.-The Roman Camp. Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter, at one side, COMINIUS and Romans; at the other side, MARCIUS, with his Arm in a Scarf, and

other Romans.

Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thou'lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, I' the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, And, gladly quak'd,' hear more; where the duli tribunes,

That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honors,
Shall say against their hearts-We thank the gods,
Our Rome hath such a soldier!—

Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully dined before.

Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his Power, from the

O general,
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
Hadst thou beheld-

Pray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done
As you have done; that's what I can; induced
As you have been; that's for my country:

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The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
The value of her own: 'twere a concealment
Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
To hide your doings; and to silence that,
Which to the spire and top of praises vouch'd,
Would seem but modest. Therefore, I beseech you,
(In sign of what you are, not to reward
What you have done,) before our army hear me.
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they

To hear themselves remember'd.

Should they not, Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, (Whereof we have ta en good, and good store,)of all The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city, Before the common distribution, at We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth, Your only choice. Mar.

I thank you, general;

But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing.

[A long Flourish. They all cry, Marcius! Mar-
cius! cast up their Caps and Lances: COMI-
NIUS and LARTIUS stand bare.

Mar. May these same instruments, which you profane,

Never sound more! When drums and trumpets shall
I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be
Made all of false-faced soothing: When steel grows
Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made
An overture for the wars! No more, I say;
For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled,
Or foil'd some debile' wretch,-which, without note,
Here's many else have done,-you shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical;

As if I loved my little should be dieted
In praises sauced with lies.
Too modest are you;
More cruel to your good report than grateful
To us that give you truly: by your patience,
If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you
(Like one that means his proper3 harm) in manacles,
Then reason safely with you.-Therefore, be it


As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Wears this war's garland: in token of the which
My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
With all his trim belonging; and, from this time,
For what he did before Corioli, call him,
With all the applause and clamor of the host,
Bear the addition nobly ever!

[Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums. All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus! Cor. I will go wash;

Whether I blush, or no : Howbeit, I thank you :-
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times,
To undercrest your good addition,
To the fairness of my power.
So to our tent:
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success.-You, Titus Lartius,
Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
The best,5 with whom we may articulate,6
For their own good, and ours.
I shall, my lord.
Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now
Refus'd more princely gifts, am bound to beg
Of my lord general.
Take it: 'tis yours.-What is't!
Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,
At a poor man's house: he used me kindly:
He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;
But then Aufidius was within my view,
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
To give my poor host freedom.


O, well begg'd! Were he the butcher of my son, he should Be free, as the wind. Deliver him, Titus. Lart. Marcius, his name?

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