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usury to support usurers: repeal daily any whole- of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost : some act established against the rich; and provide Thou rascal, that art worst in blood, to run more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and re- | Lead'st first, to win some vantage.strain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs; will; and there's all the love they bear us.

Rome and her rats are at the point of battle, Men. Either you must

The one side must have bale.? Hail, noblo Marcius! Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you

Enter CAICS MARCIUS. A pretty tale ; it may be, you have heard it;

Mar. Thanks.-What's the matter, jou dissenBut, since it serves my purpose, I will venture

tious rogues, To scale't3 a little more.

That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 1 Cit. Well, l'll hear it, sir: yet you must not Make yourselves scabs ? think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't 1 .

We have ever your good word. please you, deliver.

Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will Men. There was a time when all the body's

flatter members

Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it :

curs, That only like a gulf it did remain

That like nor peace,nor war? the one affrights you, l' the midst o' the body, idle and inactive,

The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

Where he should find you lions, finds you hares ; Like labor with the rest; where the other instru. Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no,

Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, seel, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,
And, mutually participate, did minister

To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, Unto the appetite and affection common

And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatOf the whole body. The belly answered,-.

ness, 1 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly ? Deserves your hate : and your affections are Men. Sir, I shall tell you.-With a kind of smile, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus, Which would increase his evil. He that depends (For, look you, I may make the belly smile, Upon your favors, swims with fins of lead, As well as speak,) it tauntingly replied

And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! To the discontented members, the mutinous parts

Trust ye?
That envied his receipt; even so most fitlyó With every minute you do change a mind;
As you malign our senators, for that

And call him noble, that was now your hate,
They are not such as you.

Him vile, that was your garland. What's the 1 Cit. Your belly's answer: What!

The kingly-crowned-head, the vigilant eye, That in these several places of the city
The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,

You cry against the noble senate, who,
Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
With other muniments and petty helps

Would feed on one another?-What's their

seeking? In this our fabric, if that they

Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they Men.

What then?

say, 'Fore me, this fellow speaks !-What then ?-what the city is well stor’d. then ?


Hang 'em! They say? 1 Cit. Should by the cormorant body be re- They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know strain'd,

What's done i' the Capitol: who's like to rise, Who is the sink o' the body,

Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and Men. Well, what then ?

give out 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, What could the belly answer?

And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Men.

I will tell you; Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's grain If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little)

enough? Patience, a while, you'll hear the belly's answer. Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, 1 Cit. You are long about it.

And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry Men. Note me this, good friend;

With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high Your most grave belly was deliberate,

As I could pick' my lance. Not rash like his accusers, and thus answered: Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly perTrue is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he,

suaded; That I receive the general food at first,

For though abundantly they lack discretion, Which you do live upon : and fit it is ;

Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech you, Because I am the storehouse, and the shop

What says the other troop? Of the whole body : But if you do remember,


They are dissolved: Hang 'em! I send it through the rivers of your blood,

They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth ProEven to the court, the heart,-to the seat o'the brann;

verbs ;And, through the crankist and offices of man, That, hunger broke stone walls; that,dogs must eat; The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins, That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods From me receive that natural competency

sent not Whereby they live: And though that all at once, Corn for the rich men only :-With these shreds You, my good friends, (this says the belly,) mark They vented their complainings; which being me,

answer'd, 1 Cit. Ay, sir; well, well.

And a petition granted them, a strange one, Men.

Though all at once cannot (To break the heart of generosity, See what I do deliver out to each;

And make bold power look pale,)'they threw their Yet I can make my audit up, that all

caps From me do back receive the flour of all,

As they would hang them on the horns o'the moon, And leave me but the bran. What say you to't ? Shouting their emulation. 1 Cit. It was an answer. How apply you this? Men.

What is granted them! Men. The senators of Rome are this goodly belly, Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar W]S. And you the mutinous members: For examine

Their counsels,and theircares; digest things rightly of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus,
Touching the weal o'the common; you shall find, Sicinius Velutus, and I know nut-'Sdeath!
No public benefit which you receive,

The rabble should have first unroot*d the city,
But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
And no way from yourselves.-What do you think? Win upon power, and throw forth greater theroes
You, the great toe of this assembly !-

For insurrection's arguing. 1 Cit. I the great toe! Why the great toe? Men.

This is strange. Men. For that being one o' the lowest, basest, Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! poorest,

+ Bane. • Pity, compassion.

• Heap of dead. • Spread it. • Whereas. • Exactly. • Windings.

· Pitch.


told us;

Enter a Messenger.

SCENE II.-Corioli. The Senate House. Mess. Where's Caius Marcius ?

Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and certain Senators. Mar.

Here: what's the matter? Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arms.

1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, Mar. I am glad on't, then we shall have means

That they of Rome are enter'd in our councils,

And know how we proceed. to vent Our musty superfluity :-See, our best elders.


Is it not yours?

What ever hath been thought on in this state, Ent. COMINIUS, Titus LARTIUS, and other Senators; That could be brought to bodily act, ere Rome JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTUS.

Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone, 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately Since I heard thence; these are the words : I think

I have the letter here; yes, here it is: [Reads. The Volces are in arms.

They have press'd a power, but it is not known Mar.

They have a leader, Whether for east, or west : The dearth is greut; Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't.

The people mutinous : and it is rumor'd, I sin in envying his nobility:

Cominius, Marcius, your old enemy, And were I any thing but what I am,

(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,) I would wish me only he.

And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, Com.

You have fought together. These three lead on this preparation Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, Whither 'tis bent : most likely, 'tis for you: and he

Consider of it. Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make

1 Sen. Our army's in the field : Only my wars with him: he is a lion

We never yet made doubt that Rome was ready That I am proud to hunt.

To answer us. 1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Auf.

Nor did you think it folly, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when Com. It is your former promise.

They needs must show themselves, which in the Mar.

Sir, it is;

hatching, And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou

It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery, Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face: We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was, What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?

To take ino many towns, ere, almost, Rome Tit.

No, Caius Marcius; Should know we were afoot. l'Ilean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, 2 Sen.

Noble Aufidius, Ere stay behind this business!

Take your commission; hie you to your bands : Men.

0, true bred! Let us alone to guard Corioli: 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I | If they set down before us, for the remove know,

Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find Our greatest friends attend us.

They have not prepar'd for us.
Lead you on: Auf

0, doubt not that; Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;

I speak from certainties. Nay, more. Right worthy your priority.

Some parcels of their powers are forth already, Com.

Noble Lartius! And only hitherward. I leave your honors. 1 Sen. Hence! to your homes, be gone.

If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,

[To the Citizens. 'Tis sworn between us we shall never strike Mar.

Nay, let them follow: Till one can do no more. TheVolces have much corn; take these rats thither, All.

The gods assist you ! To gnaw their garners ::_Worshipful mutineers, Auf. And keep your honors safe! Your valor puts well forth: pray, follow.

1 Sen.

Farewell. (Exeunt Senators, Com., MAR., Tit., and 2 Sen.

MENEN. Citizens steal away.
All. Farewell.

[Exeunt. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius ? Bru. He has no equal.

SCENE III.-Rome. An Apartment in MarSic. When we were chosen tribunes for the

cius' House. people, Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes?

Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA: They sit down Sic. Nay, but his taunts.

on two low stools, and sew. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird: the Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourgods.

self in a more comfortable sort. If my son were Sic. Bemock the modest moon.

my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown wherein he won honor, than in the embracements Too proud to be so valiant.

of his bed, where he would show most love.Sic.

Such a nature, When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder,

son of my womb; when youth with comeliness

plucked all gaze his way; when for a day of kings' His insolence can brook to be commanded

entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour Under Cominius.

from her beholding; 1,-considering how honor Bru.

Fame, at the which he aims,- would become such a person; that it was no better In whom already he is well graced, --cannot

than picture-like to hang by the wall, if renown Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by

made it not stir,- was pleased to let him seek danA place below the first : for what miscarries

ger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war Shall be the general's fault, though he perform I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang Will then cry out of Marcius, 0, if he

not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, Han borne the business! Sic. Besides, if things go well, man.

than now, in first seeing he had proved himself a Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall

Vir. But had he died in the business, nadam, of his demeritsi rob Cominius.

how then ? Bru.

Come :

Vol. Then his good report should have been my Hallall Cominius' honors are to Marcius,

son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me Though Marcius earn'd them not: and all his profess sincerely: Had I a dozen sons,-each in faults

my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my To Marcius shall be honors, though, indeed,

good Marcius,-I had rather had eleven die nobly In aught he merit not.

for their country, than one voluptuously surfeitout Sic. Let's hence, and hear

of action. How the despatch is made; and in what fashion,

Enter a Gentlewoman.
More than in singularity, he goes
Upon his present action.

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

Let's along.

you. 3 Granaries.

Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself. Demerits and merits had anciently the same meaning.

4 Sneer.

• To subdue.



Vol. Indeed you shall not.

Vir. No: at a word, madam ; indeed, I must Methinkis, I hear hither your husband's drum; not. I wish you much mirth. See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair;

Val. Well, then, farewell.

[Exeunt. As children from a bear, the Volces shunning him:

SCENE IV.-Before Corioli.
Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus,-
Come on, you cowarıls, you were got in fear,

Enter, with Drum and Colors, MARCIUS, TITUS
Though you were born in Rome : His bloody brow LARTIUS, Otlicers, and Soldiers. To them a
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes Messenger.
Like to a harvest-man, that's iask'd to mow

Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager, they have Or all, or lose his hire.

met. Vir. His bloody brow! 0, Jupiter, no blood ! Lart. My horse to yours, no. Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man,


'Tis done. Than gilt his trophy: The breasts of Hecuba, Lart.

Agreed. When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood Mess. They lie in view; but have not spoke as At Grecian swords' contending.- Tell Valeria, We are tit to bid her welcome. (Exit Gent.

Lart. So the good horse is mine. Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius ! Mar.

I'll buy him of you. Vol. He'll beat Autidius' head below his knee, Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him: lend you And tread upon his neck.

him, I will,
Re-enter Gentlewoman, with Valeria and her For halfa hundred years.--Summon the town.

Mar. How far off Tie these armies?


Within this mile and a half. Val. My ladies both, good day to you.

Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they Vol. Sweet madam,Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship.

Now, Mars, I pr’ythee make us quick in work ; Val. How do you both ? you are manifest house- That we with smoking swords may march from keepers. What, are you sewing here! A fine spot,

hence, in good faith.-How does your little son !

To help our fielded friends !--Come, blow thy blast. Vir. I thank your ladyship: well, good madam. They sound a Parley. Enter, on the Walls, sume Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear a

Senators, and others. drum, than look upon his school-master. Val. O’my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ?

I Sen. No, nor a man that tears you less than he, a very pretty boy. 'o'my troth, I looked upon him

That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums o'Wednesday half an hour together: he has such a contirmed countenance. I saw him run after a

( Alarums afar off

Are bringing forth our youth: We'll break our gilded buttertly; and when he caught it, he let it go

walls, again; and after it again; and over and over he

Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, comes, and up again; catched it again: or whether his tall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his

Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with teeth, and tear it; 0, I warrant, how he mammock- They'll open of themselves. Hark you, afar off;

rushes; ede it!

Other Alarums. Vol. One of his father's moods.

There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes Val. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.

Amongst your cloven army. Vir. A crack,9 madam.


0, they are at it! Val. Coine, lay aside your stitchery; I must have

Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladders, you play the idle huswile with me ibis afternoon.

ho! Vir. No, good madam: I will not out of doors. Val. Not out of doors!

The Volces enter, and pass over the Stage. Vol. She shall, she shall.

Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight over the threshold, till my lord return from the wars. With hearts more proof than shields.-Advance, Val. contine yourselfınost unreasonably;

brave Titus : Come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in. They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,

Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit | Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come on, her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither

my fellows; Vol. Why, I pray you?

He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, Vir. 'Tis not to save labor, nor that I want love. And he shall feel mine edge.

Val. You would be another Penelope : yet, they Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fight ing: say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would, your

The Romans are beaten back to their Trenches. cainbric were sensible as your finger, that you

Re-enter MARCIUS. might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall

Mar. An the contagion of the south light on and go with us.

You shames of Rome! you herd of–Buils Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I

plagues will not forth.

Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you Further than seen, and one infect another excellent news of your husband.

Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet. That bear the shapes of men, how have you run Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came

From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and hell. news from him last night.

All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale Vir. Indeed, madam ?

With flightandagu'd tear! Mend, and charge hoone, Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak Or, by the tires of heaven, I'll leave the toe, it. Thus it is:--Th Volces have an army forth; And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on, against whom Cominius the general is gone, with If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wi one part of our Roman power: your lord, and Titus As they us to our trenches followed. Lartius, are set down before their city Corioli; they Another Alarum. The Voices and Romans re-enter, nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honor: and so, I pray, go

and the Fight is renewed. The Volces relire i zato with us.

Corioli, and MARCIUS folwws them to the Gat es. Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey

So, now the gates are ope :-Now prove go you in every thing hereafter.

seconds: Vol: Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, but disease our bette mirth.

Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like. Val. In troth, I think, she would :-Fare you

(He enters the Gates and is shut zn. well, then.-Come, good sweet lady.- Pr’ythee,

1 Sol. Fool-hardiness; not l. Virgilia, turn thy solemness outo'door, and go along

2 Sol.

Nor I. with us.

3 Sol.
Have shut him in.

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Enter Titus LARTIUS.


Though thou speak'st truth, Lart. What is become of Marcius ?

Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't All. Slain, sir, doubtless.

since ? 1 Sol. Following the fiers at the very heels,

Mess. Above an hour, my lord. With them he enters: who, upon the sudden,

Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their Clapp'd-to their gates; he is himself alone,

drums; To answer all the city.

How couldst thou in a mile confound3 an hour, Lart. O noble fellow!

And bring thy news so late?

Mess. Who, sensibly,' outdares his senseless sword,

Spies of the Volces And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel Marcius:

Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

Half an hour since brought my report. Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier

Enter MARCIUS. Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible


Who's yonder, Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,

That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods ! Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world

He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
Were feverous and did tremble.

Before-time seen him thus.

Come I too late?
Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a

tabor, 1 Sol. Look, sir.

More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue Lart.

'Tis Marcius! From every meaner man's. Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.


Come I too late ? [They fight, and all enter the City. Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,

But mantled in your own. SCENE V.-Within the Town. A Street. Mar.

0! let me clip you; Enter certain Romans, with Spoils.

In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart

As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.

And tapers burn'd to bedward. 2 Rom. And I this.


Flower of warriors, 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver.

How is't with Titus Lartius? [ Alarum continues still afur off. Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Enter MARCIUS, and Titus LARTIUS, with a

Condemning some to death, and some to exile; Trumpet.

Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the other; Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their Holding, Corioli in the name of Rome, hours

Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, At a crack'd drachm !2 Cushions, leaden spoons,

To let him slip at will.

Where is that slave,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves: Where is he? Call him hither.

Which told me they had beat you w your trenches? Ere yet the fight be done, pack up:-Down with


Let him alone, them. And hark, what noise the general makes !—To The common file, (A plague!—Tribunes for

He did inform the truth : But for our gentlemen, him: There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,

them!) Piercing our Romans : Then, valiant Titus, take

The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge

From rascals worse than they.. Convenient numbers to make good the city';


But how prevail'd you ? Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste

Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not thinkTo help Cominius. Lart. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;

Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field? Thy exercise hath been too violent for

If not, why cease you till you are so?

A second course of fight.
Mar. Sir, praise me not;

We have at disadvantage fought, and did

Retire to win our purpose.
My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well.
The blood I drop is rather physical

Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which

side Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus

They have placed their men of trust? I will appear, and fight.

Com. Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune. Their bands in the vawardt are the Antiates,"

As I guess, Marcius, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms

of their best trust: o'er them Autidius, Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Their very heart of hope. Prosperity be thy page!


I do beseech you, Mar. Thy friend no less

By all the battles wherein we have fought, Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.

By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius !

We have made to endure friends, that you directly ( Exit MARCITS.

Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates :
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market place;
Call thither all the officers of the town,

And that you not delay the present; but, Where they shall know our mind : Away. [Exeunt. Filling the air with swords advanced, and darts,

We prove this very hour.

Com. SCENE VI.- Near the Camp of Cominius.

Though I could wish

You were conducted to a gentle bath,
Enter CominiuS and Forces retreating.

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®

The best can aid your action. Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,


Those are they Nor cowardly in retire : believe me, sirs,

That most are willing :-If any such be here, We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck, (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear The charges of our friends :—The Roman gods, Lesser his person than an ill report; Lead their successes as we wish our own;

If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun- And that his country's dearer than himself; tering,

Let him, alone, or so many, so minded,
Enter a Messenger.

Wave thus, (Waving his hand,] to express his

disposition, May give you thankful sacrifice !-Thy news?

And follow Marcius. Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued,

[They all shunut, and wave their Swords ; take And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:

him up in their Arms, and cust up their Caps. I saw our party to their trenches driven, And then I came away.

: Expend.

4 Front. ' Having sensation, feeling.

A Roman coin.
• Soldiers of Antium.

. Present time.


( me, alone! Make you a sword of me?

He that has but effected his good will,
If these shows be not outward, which of you Hath overta'en mine act.
But is four Volces? None of you but is


You shall not be Able to bear against the great Aufidius

The grave of your deserving; Rome must know A shield as hard as his. A certain number,

The value of her own: 'twere a concealment Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest, Worse than a theat, no less than a traducement, Shall bear the business in some other fight, To hide your doings; and to silence that, As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;- Which to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, And four shall quickly draw out my command, Would seem but modest. Therefore, I beseech you, Which men are best inclin'd.

(In sign of what you are, not to reward Com.

March on, my fellows: What you have done,) before our army hear me. Make good this ostentation, and you shall

Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they Divide in all with us.



To hear themselves remember'd.
SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli.


Should they not, TITUS LARTIUS, having set a Guard upon Corioli,

Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, going with a Drum and Trumpet towards

And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, COMINICs and Carl's MARCIUS, enters with a

(Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,)oi ali Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, and a Scout.

The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city,

We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth, Lart. So, let the ports be guarded; keep your Before the common distribution, at duties,

Your only choice. As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch


I thank you, general; Those centuriess to our aid; the rest will serve

But cannot make my heart consent to take For a short holding: if we lose the field,

A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it; We cannot keep the town.

And stand upon my common part with those Lieu.

Fear not our care, sir.

That have beheld the doing. Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.

(A lung Flourish. They all cry, Marcius ! MarOur guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.

cius! cast up their Caps and Lances : Covi(Exeunt.

NIUS and LARTit's stand bare.

Mar. May these same instruments, which you SCENE VIII.-A Field of Battle between the

profane, Roman and the Volscian Camps.

Neversound more! Whendrumsand trumpets shall Alarum. Enter MARCIt's and Aufidius. l' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate

Made all of false-faced soothing: When steel grows thee

Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Worse than a promise-breaker.

An overture for the wars!. No more, I say Auf

We hate alike;

For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor

Or foil'd some debile2wretch, - which,without note, More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot.

Here's many else have done,-you shout me forth Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,

In acclamations hyperbolical; And the gods doom hiin after !

As if I loved my litile should be dieted Auf.

If I fly, Marcius,

In praises sauced with lies. Halloo me like a bare.


Too modest are you; Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, More cruel to your good report than grateful Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,

To us that give you truly: by your patience, And made what work I pleas'd; 'Tis not my blood f’gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you Wherein thou seest me mask'd : for thy revenge,

(Like one that means his proper3 harm) in manacles, Wrench up thy power to the highest.

Then reason safely with you.-Therefore, be it Auf. Wert thou the Hector,

known, That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,

As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Thou shouldst not scape me here.

Wears this war's garland: in token of the which [They fight, and certain Volces come to the My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, air of AUFIDICS.

With all his tri belonging; and, from this time, Officious and not valiant,--you have sham'd me

For what he did before Corioli, call him, In your condemned seconds.9

With all the applause and clamor of the host, (Exeunt fighting, driven in by MARCIUS. CAIUS Marcits CORIOLANUS.

Bear the addition nobly ever!
SCENE IX.-The Roman Camp.

[Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums.

All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter,

Cor. I will go wash; at one side, COMINIUS and Romans; at the other

And when my face is fair, you shall perceive side, MARCIU's, with his Arm in a Scarf, and Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank you: other Romans.

I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, To undercreslyour good addition, Thou'lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, To the fairness of my power. Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Comn.

So to our tent: Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, Where, ere we do repose us, we will write I'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, To Rome of our success.- You, Titus Lartius, And, gladly quak'd,' hear more; where the dull Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome tribunes,

The best, with whom we may articulate,
That, with the tusty plebeians, hate thine honors, For their own good, and ours.
Shall say against their hearts--We thank the gods, Lart.

I shall, my lord. Our Rome hath such a soldier !

Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,

Refus'd more princely gifts, am bound to beg Having fully dined before.

Of my lord general.

Com. Enter Titus LARTIUS, with his Power, from the

Take it: 'tis yours.-What is't! Pursuit.

Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli,

At a poor man's house: he used me kindly: Lart.

( general,

He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; Here is the steed, we the caparison:

But then Aufidius was within my view, Hadst thou beheld

And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you Mar.

Pray now, no more: my mother, To give my poor host freedom. Who has a charter to extol hier blood,


0, well begg'd! When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done Were he the butcher of my son, he should As you have done; that's what I can; induced Be free, as the wind. Deliver him, Titus. As you have been; that's for my country:

Lart. Marcius, his name? Gates, • Companies of a hundred men. Weak, feeble.

3 Own. 9 In affording such ill-timed help.

• Add more by doing his best.

• Chief men · Thrown into grateful trepidation.

• Enter into articles.

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