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SCENE V.—Within the town,—A Street.

Enter certain Human*, with spoils.
1 Rom. This I will carry to Rome.
* Rom. And I this.

3 Rum. A murrain on't t I took this for silver.

[Alarum continues stitt afar off.

Enter Marcius, and Titus Lartius, with a trumpet*

Afar. See here these movers, that do prize
their hours

At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore thein, these base slaves,
Ere yet the light lie done, pack up :— Down with

And hark, what noise the general makes! To him :—

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

Lart. Worthy Sir, thou hleed'st; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of light.

Mar. Sir, praise me not: [well. My work bath yet not waru'd me: Fare you The blood I drop is rather physical Thau dangerous to me: To Auildius thus I will appear, and fight.

/.art. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in lo e with thee: and her great charms

Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman.
Prosperity be thy page!

Afar. Thy friend uo less
Than those the placeih highest 1 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.


SCENE VT.—Near the Camp of Cominius.

Enter Cominius and forces, retreating.

Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought, we are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, Nor cowardly in retire ; believe me, Sirs, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles wc have struck, [heard By interims, and conveying gusts, we have The charges of our friends :—The Human gods Lead their successes as we wish our own; <That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountering.

Enter a Messenger.
May give you thankful sacrifice !—Thy news?

Mess. The citizens of Coriolt have issued,
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:

saw our paity to their trenches driven, And then I came away.

Com, Though thou speak'st truth, Melhiuks, thou speak'st not well. How long ls*t since?

Afcss. Above an hour, my lord. Com. 'l is not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:

How could'st thou in a mile confound * an hour,
And bring thy news so late?

Afess. Spies of the Vol sees
Held me In chase, that I was fore'd to wheel
Three or four miles about; else had I, Sir,
Half an hour since brought my n-|wrt.

Enter Marcius.
Com. Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were fia>M T O gods I

He has the stamp of Marcius ; and 1 have
deforeilme seen him thus.
Afar. Come I too late f

Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from
a tabor,

More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
From every meaner man's.
Atar. Come 1 too late 1

Com. Ay, If yon come not in the blood <>f But mantled in your own. [others.

Afar. Oh I let me clip you In arms as sound, as when 1 woo'd; In heart As merry as when our nuptial day was doiu-, And tapers buru'd to bed ward.

Com. Flower of warriors. How Is't with Titus Lartius 1

Afar. As with a man busied about decree*: 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, Which told me they had beat you to your trenches T Where is he? Call him hither.

Afar. Let him alone, He did Inform the truth: But for our gentlemen. The common file, (aplarue I— tribtmes fur thein I) The mouse ne'er shuuu'd the cat, as they did budge

From rascals worse than they.

Com. But how prevail'd yout

Mar. Will the time serve to tell t I do not
Where is the enemy? Are you lords o'lne field
If not, why cease you till you are so I

Com. Marcius,
We have at disadvantage fought, and did
Retire, to win our purpose.

Afar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side They have plac'd their men of trust!

Com. As I guess, Marcius,
Their bauds in the vaward* are the Antilles,t
Of their best trust: o'er them Aulldius,
Their very heart of hope.

Afar. 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 di-

Set me against Aufldius and his Antiates:
And that yon not delay the present; but,
Filling the air with swords advane'd, and darts.
We prove this very hour.

Com. Though I could wish
You were conducted to a geutle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking: take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.

Afar. Those are they
That most are willing :—If any such be here,
(As it were sin to doubt,) that love this paiutini
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 tliaii himself;
Let him, alone, or so many, so minded.
Wave thus [waring his hand] to express bij

disposition, And follow Marcius,

[They all shout and wave their swords; take him up in their arms, and cast up their caps.

O me, alone! Make you a sword of me T
If these shows be not outward, which of you
But is four VolscesT None of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufldius
A shield as hard as his. A ceitaiu number.
Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest
Shall bi ar the business in some other fight,
As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march,

* Front. t So|ili«M of Annum.

And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best iucliii'd.

Com. March on, my fellows: Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide iu all with us. [Exeunt.

SCENE ni.—The Gates of Corioli.

Titus Lartius, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with a drum and trumpet toward Com In i us mil CM us Marcivs,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 dowu. If 1 do send, despatch
Those centuries t to our aid : the rest will serve
For a short holding: If we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.

Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir.

lAtrt. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.— Onr guider, come ; to the Roman camp conduct us. {Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.—A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian Camps.

Alarum. Enter Marcius and Aufioius.

Mar. I'll fight with none but thee ; for 1 do hate thee Worse than a promise-breaker

Auf. We bate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor
More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot.

Mar. Let the first budger J die the other's slave, And the gods doom him after I

Auf. If I fly, Marcius, Halloo me like a hare.

Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone 1 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 sbould'st not 'scape me here.—

[Tltey fight and certain Volsces come to
the aid of Aufidiu*.
Officious, and not valiant—you have sham'd me
In your condemned seconds. ||

[Exeuntfighting, driven in by Marcius.

SCENE IX.—The Roman Camp.

Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter at one side, ComIn i us 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,

Thoult not believe thy deeds: but I'll report It,
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles;
Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug,
l'the end, admire; where ladies 6hall be frighted,
And gladly quak'd,f bear more; where the dull

That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine ho-
nours, [gods,
Shall say, against their hearts— H'e thank the
Ihtr Rome, hath such a soldier ■'
Yet cain'st thou to a morsel of this feast.
Having fully dined before.

Enter Titus Lartius, with his potter,**from the pursuit.

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

Mar. Fray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter tt to extol her blood,

* Gate*, t Companies of » hnndrcd mm, J Stirrer.

tThe Roman* ipraite. frnin Jv.hka*. J In sending such tip- *i I'hrov u into grateful trepidation. Force*. * iTitilcjfje.

When she does praise me, grieves ine. I liave done,

As you have done, that's what I can ; indue'd
As you have been, that's for my country;
He, that has but effected his good will.
Hath overta'en mine act.

Com. Yuu shall not be
The grave of your deserving: Rome must know
The value of her own: 'twere a coucealnient
Worse than a theft, no less thau a traduceincut.
To bide your doings ; and to silence that,
Which to the spire and top of praises voiich'd
Would seem but modest: Therefore, I beseech
(In sign of what you are, not to reward [)ott
What you have done) before our army hear me.

Mar. J have some wounds upon ine, and they smart

To bear themselves rcmeinher'd.

Com. Should they not, Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, And tent themselves with death. Of all the

(Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,) of all

The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city,
We render you the tenth; to be ta'eu forth,
Before the common distribution, at
Your only choice.

Mar. 1 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 pan with those
That have beheld the doing.
[A lone flourish. They all cry, Marcius I
Marcius 1 cast up their caps and lances:
Cominius and Lartius stand bare.
Mar. May these same instruments, which yon
profane, [shall
Never sound more I When drums and trumpet*
l'the flei*d prove flatterers, let courts anil cities
be [grow.*
Made all of false-fae'd soothing: When steel
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 deblle * wretch, (which, without

Here's many else have done,) you shout me forth

In acclamations hyperbolical;

As if 1 loved my little should be dieted

In praises sane'd with lies.

Com. 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 iucens'd, we'll put you (Like one that means his proper t harm,) in

manacles, [known, Then reason safely with you.—Therefore, be it As to us, to all the world, that Cains Marcius Wears this war's garland; in token of the which My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, With ail bis trim belonging; and, from this


For what he did before Corioli, call him.
With all the applause and clamour of the host,
Caius Marcius Coriolanus.—
Bear the addition nobly ever I

[Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums.

All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus I

Cor. I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive*
Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank
you :—

I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times.
To undercrestj your good addition,
To the fat mess of my power.

Com. So, to our tent x
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success.—Yon, Titus Lartius*
Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
The best, $ with whom we may articulate.
For their own good, and ours.

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hart. I shall, my lord.

Cor. The god* begin to mock me. I that now itefoVd most princely gifts, am bound to beg Of my lord general.

Com. Take it: 'tis yours.—What is'tl

Cor. I sometime lay, here In Corioli,
At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly:
He cried to ine; I saw him prisoner;
But then Aufldius was within my view,
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
To give my poor host freedom.

Com. Oh I well begg'd I
Were he the hjutcber of my son, he should
Be free, as Is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.

hart. Marcius, his name?

Cor. By Jupiter, forgot:
I am weary ; yea, my memory is tir'd. —
Have we no wiue heret

Com. Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries : 'lis time
It should be look'd to: come. {Exeunt.

SCENE X.—The Camp of the Volsces.

A Flourish. Cornets, Enter Tullus Aim-
Dius, bloody with two or three Soldiers.
Auf. The town is ta*en!
1 Sol. 'Twill be delivered back on good con

Auf. Condition !—
I would I were a Roman ; for I cannot.
Being a Volsce, be that I am.—Condition!
What good condition can a treaty mid
l'the part that is at mercy 1 Five times, Marcius,
I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat
me; [counter
And, would'st do so, I think, should we ei
As often as we eat.—By the elements,
If e'er again 1 meet him beard to beard,
He is mine, or I ain his: Mine emulation
Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where *
1 thought to crush him in an equal force,
(True sword to sword,) I'll potch f at him some
Or wrath, or craft, may get him. [nay -

1 Sot. He's the devil.

Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My val

our's poisou'd.
With only suffering stain by him; for him
Shall fly out of Itself: nor steep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick, nor fane, nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacriilce,
Embarquemcuts all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius: where 1 find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, J even there
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in bis heart. Go you to

the city;

Learn how 'tis held; and what they are, that
Be hostages for Rome. [must

1 Sol. Will not yon go f

Auf. I am attended § at the cypress grove:
I pray you

('Tis south the city mills,) bring; me word thither
How the world goes; that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey.
1 Sol. I shall. Sir. [Exeunt.

Ay, to devour him ; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius. Brit. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Men. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall ask you. Both Trib. Well, Sir.

Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you two have not in abundance t

Bru. He'B poor iu no one fault, but stored with all. Sic. Especially, in pride. Bru. And topping all others in boosting. Men. This is strange now: Do you two know how you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o'the right haud file t Do you T Both Trib. Why, bow are we censured f Men. Because you talk of pride now,—Will you not be angry 1

Both trib. Well, well. Sir, well. Men. Why 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience : give your disposition the reins, and be angry at your pleasures; at the least, if yon take ft as a pleasure to you, in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud? Bru. We do it not alone, Sir. Men. I know you can do very little alone; for your helps are many; or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like, for doing much aloite. You talk of pride : Oh 1 that you could turn jour eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make hut an interior survey of your good selves I Oh! that you could I Bru. What then, Sir i . Men. Why, then you should discover a brace |r>f unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias, fools) as any iu Rome. •Sir. Meuenlus, you are known well enough too. Men. I am known to be a humorous patrii fan, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tyhcr * in't; said to be something imperfect, in favouring the first complaint: hasty and Under-like, upon too trivial motion: one that converses more with the buttock of the night, than with the forehead of the morning. What I think, I utter; and spend my malice in my breath: Meetbag two such wealstmen as you are, (I cannot call yon Lycurguses) if the drink you gave me, touch my palate adersely, I make a crooked face at it. I cannot


SCENE /.—Rome.—A Public Place.

Enter Menenius, Sicimus, and Brutus.

Men. The augurer tells me we shall have news to night.

Bru. Good, or bad T

Men. Not according to the prayer of the peo pie, for they love not Marcius.

Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

Men. Pray yon, who does the wolf love 1
Sic. The lamb.

say, your worships have delivered the matter well, when I find the ass iu compound with the major part of your syllables : and though 1 must be content to bear with those that say you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that tell you have good faces. If you see this in the map of my mycrocosm, follows It, that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bissou; conspectuities glean out of ihis character, if 1 be kuown well enough too.

Bru. Come, Sir, come, we know you well enough.

Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knavrs' caps and legs; $ you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orange* wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three-pence to a second day of audience.—When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the cholic, you make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing: all the peace you make In their cause is, calling both the parties knaves: You are a pair of strange ones.

Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bene her in the Capitol.

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Men. Oar very priests must become mockers, If they (.hall encoitnter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to he entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud; who, tu a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion ; though, pcradveiiture, some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. Good e'en to yonr worships; more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.

[bru. and Sic. retire to the back of the Scene.

Enter VolumnIa, Virgilia, and Valeria, «$c.

How now, my as fair as noble ladles, (and the moon, were she earthly, no nobler) whither do you follow your eyes so fast?

Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.

Men. Ha! Marcius coming home t

Vol. Ay, worthy lleneuius; and with most prosperous approbation.

Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, an3 i tbauk thee: —Hoo I Marcius coming home?

Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.

Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state bath another; his wife another; and I think, there's one at home for yon.

Mat. I will make my very house reel to-ulght: —A letter for me?

Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for yon; I saw it.

Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate of seven years' health; in which time 1 will make a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescription of Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative, of no better report than a h<>rsedreuch. Is he not wotiuded? he was wont tu come home wounded.

Vir. Oh! no, no, no.

Vol. Oh I he is wounded, I thank the gods for'i.

Men. So do I to, if it be not too much :— Brings 'a victory in his pocket?—The wounds become him.

Vol. On's brows, Menenins: he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.

Men. Has he disciplined Aulldius soundly?

Vol. Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but Autidius got off.

Men. Aud 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been so fldiused for all the chests In Corloli, aud the gold that's in them. Is the senate possessed * of this?

Vol. Good ladler, let's go:—Yes, yes, yes: the senate has letters from the general, wherein be gives uiy sou the whole name of the war: be hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly.

Vol. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him

Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing, Vir. The gods grant them true! Vol. True? pow, wow.

Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true :— Where Is he wonnded?—God save your good worships I [71* the Tribunes, who come forward.'] Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud.—Where is lie wounded?

Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: There will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for bis place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body.

Men. One in the neck, aud two in the thigh,— there's uiue that I know.

Vol. He had, before this last expedition, tweuty-five wounds upon him.

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Men. Now its twenty-seven: every gash wae an enemy's grave: [A Shout and Flourish Hark! the trumpets. Vol. These arc the ushers of Marcius: before him [tears;

He carries noise, and behind him he leavcB Death, that dark spirit, iu's nervy arm doth lie; Which being advaue'd, declines, aud then men die.

A Sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter Cominii/s and TiTt*s Lartius; between them Corio Lanus, crowned with an oaken Garland; with Captains, Soldiers, and a Herald.

Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight

Within Corioli' gates : where he hath won,
With fame, a uame to Caius Marcius; these
In honour follows, Coriolauus:
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolauus!


All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolauus I

Cor. No more of this, it doesofleud my heait; Pray now, no more.

Com, Look, Sir, your mother,

Cor. Oh I

You have I know, petilion'd all the gods

For my prosperity. [Kneels,

Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle Marcius, worthy Cains, and
By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd.
What ts it? Coriolanus, must I call thee?
But oh 1 thy wife.—

Cor. My gracious * silence, hail 1 Would'st thou have laugh'd, had 1 come cofflu'd home,

That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows In Corioli wear.
And mothers that lack sous.
Men. Now the gods cruwn thee I
Cor. And live you yet i—O my sweet lady,
pardon. [To Valeria.

Vol. I know not where to turn :—O welcome home;

And welcome, general ; -And you are welcome all.

Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, [come:

Aud I could laugh: I am light and heavy: Wel-
A curse begin at very root of his heart.
That is not glad to see thee '—You arc three.
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faitli of

We have some old crab-trees here at home, that will not

Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome warWe call a nettle, but a nettle; and [riors:

The faults of fools, but folly.

Com, Ever right.

Cor. Meneuius, ever, ever.

Her. Give way there, and go on.

Cor. Your band, and yours:

[7b his Wife and Mother
Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
The good patricians must be visited;
From whom I have received not only greetings,
But with them change of honours.

Vol. I have lived
To see inherited my very wishes,
And the buildings of my fancy : only there
Is one thing wauling, which I doubt not hut
Our Rome will cast upon tbee.

Cor. Know, good mother,
1 had rather be their servant in my way,
Than sway with them in theirs.

Com. Ou to the Capitol. [Flourish. Coronets, Exeunt in state, as before. The Tribunes remain.

Bru. All tongues speak of him, aud tbe bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: Your pratling nurse Into a rapture! lets her baby cry,

• My benutioui itlcuce, or, my (ilent grsti \ Fii


While slit chats liim: the kitchen malkiu* pins Her richest lockram t 'bout her reechy J neck, Clambering the walls to eye him; stalls, bulks

windows, . Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing In earnestness to see him: s«ld$-»hown fla

mens '|

Do press among the popular throne*, and puff
To win a vulgar station :*J oui veil'd dames
Commit the war or white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton

Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother,
As if that whatsoever god who leads biin.
Were slyly crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

Sic. On the sudden,
I warrant him consul.

Bru, Then our office may. During his power, go sleep.

Sic, He cannot temperately transport his honours

From where he should begin, and end ; hut will Lose those that he hath won.

Bru. In that there's comfort.

Sic. Doubt not the commoners, for whom we stand,

But they, upon their ancient malice, will
Forget with the least cause these bis new ho-
nours; [lion
Which that he'll give them, make as little ques-
As he Is proud to do't.

Bru. I heard him swear,
Were be to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i'the market-place, uor on him put
The napless tt vesture of humility;
Nor, showiuc (as the manner isj his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.

Sic. 'Tis right.

Bru. It was his word: Oh! be would miss It, rather

Than carry it, but by the suit o'lbe gentry to And the desire of the nobles. [him;

Sic. I wish no better, Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it In execution.

Bru. 'Tis most like he will.

Sic. It shall be to hiui then, as our good A sure destruction. [wilts j J*

Bru. So It must fall out
To him, or our authorities. For an end,
We must suggest the people, in what hatred
He still hath held them; that, to his power, he
would [and
Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders,
Dispropertied their freedoms: holding them,
In human action and capacity,
Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world.
Than camels In their war; who ha\e their
provaud §$

Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.

Sic. This, as you say, suggested
At some time when bis soaring insolence
Shall teach the people, (which time shall not

If he be put upon't and that's as easy,
As'to set dogs on sheep,) will In- his lire
To kindle their dry stnhhle ; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.

Enter a Messenger.
Bru. What's the matter T
Mess, You are sent for to the Capitol. Tis

That Marcius shall he consul: 1 have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the
blind [gloves,
To bear him jpeak: The matrons Hung their
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs,

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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
I never saw the like. [shouts:

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

Sic. Have with you. [Exeunt.

SCENE IS.—The same.—The Capitol. Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions. 1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand, for consulships t

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

1 Off. That's a brave fellow; but he's veilgeance 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 hiin, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition; and, out of his noble carelessness, lets them plainly see't.

1 Off. If be did not care whether be bad their love, or no, he waved indifferently Hwixt doing them neither good nor harm; but be seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover htm 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.

a Off. He bath 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, bonuetted, t without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation and report: but he hath so planted his honours lu their eyes, and his anions in their heaits, that for their tongues to l>e silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of in grateful injury: to report otherwise were a malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that beard it.

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

A Sennet. Enter, with Lictors, before them, Com IM us the Consul', M En Kn I Us, CORIOLANUS, many other Senators, Sicintus, and Brutus. The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take theirs also by themselves.

Men. Having determin'd of the Volsces, aud To send for Titus Lartlus, it remains, As the main point of this our after-meeting, To cratify his noble service, that Hath thus stood foi his country; Therefore, please you,

Most reverend aud 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 Cains Marcius Coriolanus; whom

We meet here, both to thank, and to renumber

With honours like himself.

1 Sen. Speak, good Comiuius:
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.

Sic* We are con veil ted
Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts
Inclinable to honour and advance
The theme of our assembly.

Bru, Which the rather

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