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- Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what | Enter Thrce or Four CONSPIRATORS of Arrie mercy his mother shall bring from him: There

DIUS's Faction. is no more mercy in him, than there is niilk in a Most welcoine ! male tiger ; that shall our poor city tind : and all i Con. How is it with our general ? that is 'long of you.

Auf. Even so, Sic. The gods be good unto us!

As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be And with his charity slain. good unto us. When we banished him, we res- 2 Con. Most Doble Sir. pected not them: and, he returning to break our if you do hold the same intent wherein necks, they respect not us.

You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you

of your great danger. Enter a MESSENGER.

Auf. Sir, I cannot tell : Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your We must proceed, as we do find the people. house :

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, 'Twixt you there's difference ; but the fall of either And hale him up and down; all swearing, if Makes the survivor heir of all. The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,

Auf. I know it ; They'll give him death by inches.

And my pretext to strike at him admits

A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Enter another MESSENGER.

Mine honour for his truth : Who being so beighSic. What's the news ?

ten'd, Mess. Good news, good news : The ladies have He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, prevailid,

Seducing so my friends; and, to this end,
The Volsces are dislodg'd, and Marcins gone : He bow'd his nature, never known before
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,

But to be rough, unswayable, and free,
No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.

3 Con. Sir, his stoutness, Sie. Friend,

When he did stand for consul, which be lost Art thou certain this is true ? is it most certain ? By lack of stooping

Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire: Auf. That I would have spoke of : Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, Presented to my knife his throat ; I took him ; As the recountorted through the gates. Why hark Made him joint-servant with me ; gave him way you ;

In all his own desires ; nay, let him choose [Trumpets and Hautboys sounded, and Drums Out of my files, his project to accomplish,

beaten, all together. Shouting also within. My best and freshest men ; serv'd his designmen's The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,

In mine own person ; holp to reap the fame, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, which he did end all his; and took some pride Make the sun dance. Hark you!

To do myself this wrong ; till, at the last,

[Shouting again. I seem'd his follower, not partner; and Men. This is good news :

He wag'd me with his countenance, t as if I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia

I had been mercenary. Is worth of consuls, senatore, patricians,

1 Con. So he did, my lord : A city full : of tribunes such as you,

The army marvell’d at it. And, in the last, A sea and land full : You have pray'd well to-day : When he bad carried Rome, and that we look'd This morning, for ten thousand of your throats For no less spoil than glory, I'd not bave given a doit. Hark, how they joy ! | Auf. There was it :

[Shouting and Music. For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings : At a few drops of women's rheum, I which are Accept my thankfulness.


As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Mess, Sir, we have all

of our great action : Therefore shall he die Great cause to give great thanks,

And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark ! Sic. They are near the city ?

[Drums and Trumpets sound, with great Mess. Alnost at point to enter.

shouts of the People. Sic. We will meet them,

1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And help the joy.

(Going. And had no welcomes home; but he returns,

Splitting the air with noise. Enter the Ladies, accompanied by SENATORS

2 Con. And patient fools, PATRICIANS, and People. They pass over whose children he hath slain, their base throats the Stage.

- tear, 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : With giving him glory. Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, 13 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, And make triumphant tires; strew flowers before Ere he express himself, or move the people them :

With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,

Which we will second. When he lies along, Repeal® him with the welcome of his mother ;

| After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury Cry,--Welcome, ladies, Welcome !

His reasous with his body. Al. Welcome, ladies!

Auf, Say no more : Welcome!

Here come the lords. (A flourish with Drums and Trumpets.


Enter the LORDS of the City.

Lords. You are most welcome home. SOENE V.-Antium.--A Public Place.

Auf. I have not deserv'd it : Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants.

But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus d

What I have written to you?
Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here :) Lords. We have
Deliver them this paper : having read it,

1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.
Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, What faults he made before the last, I think,
Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Might have found easy tines : but there to end,
Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, Where he was to begin, and give away
The city ports + by this hath enter'd, and

The benefit of our levies, answering us Intends to appear before the people, hoping With our own charge : 1 making a treaty, where to purge himself with words : Despatch.

There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. [Exeunt Attendants.

• Helped + Thonght me rewariled with good look.. • Recall. + Gates.

# Tears.

Rewarding us with our own expenses. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Flutter'd your voices in Corioli : Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours :

Alone I did it. Boy! a Crowd of CITIZENS with him.

Auf why, noble lords, Cor. Hail, lords ! I am returned your soldier ;

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, No more infected with my country's love,

Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting

'Fore your own eyes and cars? Under your great command. You are to know,

Con. Let him die for't. Several speak at once. That prosperously I have attempted, and,

Cit. [Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to With bloody passage led your wars, even to

pieces, do it presently. He killed my son :my The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought daughter ;-He killed my cousin Marcius:--He home,

killed my father. Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,

2 Lord. Peace, ho no outrage ;- peace. The charges of the action. We have made peace,

The man is noble, and his fame folds in With no less honour to the Antiates,

This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us Than shame to the Romans ; and we here deliver,

Shall have judicious + hearing.-Stand, Aufidius, Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians,

And trouble not the peace. Together with the seal o'the senate, what

Cor. Oh! that I had him, We bave compounded on.

With six Anfidinses, or more, bis tribe, Auf. Read it not, noble lords;

To use my lawful sword ! But tell the traitor iu the highest degree

Auf. Insolent villain! He hath abus'd your powers.

Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! Cor. Traitor !-How now?

[AUPIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS draut, and Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.

kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS Cor. Marcius!

stands on him.
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius : Dost thou Lords. Hold, bold, hold, hold !

Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stoln name 1 Lord. O Tullus !
Coriolanus in Corioli ?

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously

will weep. He has betray'd your business, and given up

3 Lord. Tread not upon him.--Masters, all, be For certain drops of salt • your city Rome Put up your swords.

(quiet: (I say, your city) to his wife and mother :

Auj. My lords, when you shall know (as in Breaking bis oath and resolution, like

this rage, A twist of rotten silk : never admitting

Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Counsel o'the war ; but at bis nurse's tears Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice He wbin'd and roar'd away your victory;

That he is thus cut off. Please it your bonours That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Look'd wondering each at other.

Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars?

Your heaviest censure.
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,
Cor. Ha !

And mourn you for bim: let him be regarded Auf. No more. +

As the most noble corse that ever herald
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Did follow to his urn.
Too great for what contains it. Boy ! O slave 1 2 Lord. His own impatience
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave Let's make the best of it.

Auf. My rage is gone, Must give this cur tbe lie: and his own notion And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him that Help, three o'the chiefest soldiers ; l'll be one. must bear

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully : My beating to his grave,) shall join to thrust Trail your steel pikes.-Though in this city he The lie mruto him.

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces : men and lads, Yet he shall have a noble memory. Stain all your edges on me.--Boy ! False hound! | Assist. (Ereunt, bearing the body of CORIOL A If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,

NUS. A dead March sounded, • Drops of lears. No inore than a boy of tears. His fame overspreads the world. Judicial.


LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. ABOUT the middle of February, A.U.C. 709, a riotous festival sacred to Pan, and called Lupercalia, was held in

honour of Cesar, when the regal crown was offered him by Antony. lu the middle of the following Marela he was assassinated. November 27, 710, the Triumvirs, Antony, Lepidus, and Octavias, met at a small island tormed by the river Rhenus, near Bononia, and there agreed upon the cruel proscription introduced in Act IV.Iu 711, Brutus and Cassius were totally defeated at Philippi.---Shakspeare appears to have produced this play about the year 1807 : one, upon the same subject, had been written by a young Scotch Nobleman, the Earl of Sterline; and in many passages of each, a strong similarity may be traced ---this was probably occasioned by both authors drawing their materials from the same source. A Latin play on this subject, by Dr. Eedes, of Oxford, who is enumerated amongst the best tragic authors of that ara, was published in 1582.---Dr. Johnson says of this tragedy :..."Many particular passages deserve regard, and the contention and reconcilement of Bratus and Cassias are universally celebrated, but I have never been strongly agitated in perusing it, and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting, compared with some other of Sbakspeare's plays : his adherence to the real story, and to Romag manners, seems to have impeded the natural vigour of his genius."

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Triumvirs after the A SOOTHSAYER.
MARCUS ANTONIUS, Death of Julius CINNA, a Poet,- Another Poet.
M. Æmi.. LEPIDUS, Cesar.

Lucilius, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young CATO, Cicero, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators and VOLUMNIUS, Friends to Brutus and MARCUS BRUTUS,

Cassius. CASSIUS,


DARDANIUS, Servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,

Conspirators against PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,

Julius Cesar. DECIUS BRUTUS,

CALPHURNIA, Wise to Cesar.

PORTIA, Wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.

SCENE: the first three acts at Rome : afterwards at an Island near Mutina, at Sardis; and near


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9 Cit. Truly, Sir, all that I live by is, with

the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters, SCENE 1.-Rome.-A Street. nor woman's matters, but with awl. I am,

indeed, Sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of

are in great danger, I recover them. As proper CITIZENS.

men as ever trod upon neats-leather, bave gone Flav. Hence! home, you idle creatures, get upon my bandy-work. you home ;

Flav, But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day ? Is this a holiday? What! know you not,

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets Being mechanical, you ought not walk

2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to Upon a labouring day, without the sign

get myself into more work. But, indeed, sh, of your profession 1-Speak, what trade art thon ? we make holiday to see Cesar, and to rejoice in i Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.

his triumph. Mar. Where is tby leather apron, and thy rule ? Mar. Wherefore rejoice ? What conquest brings What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?

he home? Yon, Sir; what trade are you?

What tributaries follow him to Rome, 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, ip respect of a fine workman | To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? I am but, as you would say, a cobler.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer Ave

things? directly.

O you hard hearts, you cruei men of Rome, 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may use with Knew you not Pompey 1 Many a time and oft a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender Have yon climb'd up to walls and battlements, of bad soals.

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney.tops, Mar. What trade, thou knave! thou naughty Your infants in your arnis, and there have sat knave, what trade?

The live-long day, with patient expectation, 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech yon, Sir, be not out with To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : me : yet, if you be out, Sir, I can mend you. And when you saw his chariot but appear,

Mar. What meanest thou by that? Meud me, Have you not made an universal shout, thou saucy fellow

Tbat Tyber trembled underneath her banks 2 Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you.

To hear the replication of your sounds, Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?

I Made in her concave shores ?

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