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Men. Now the Gods crown thee.
Com. And live you yet? Oh my sweet Lady, pardon.

Vol. I know not where to turn,
Oh welcome home; and welcome General,
And y'are welcome all.

Men. A hundred thousand welcomes :
I could weep, and I could laugh, ,
I am light and heavy; welcome:
A Curse begin at the very root on's Heart
That is not glad to see thee.
You are three that Rome should dote on :
Yet by the Faith of Men, we have
Some old Crab-trees here at home,
That will not be grafted to your Relish.
Yet welcome Warriors;
We call a Nettle, but a Nettle,
And the faults of Fools, but Folly.

Com, Ever right.
Cor. Menenins, ever, ever.
Her. Give way there, and go on.

Cor. Your Hand, and yours.
E'er in our own House I do shade my Head,
The good Patricians must be visited,
From whom I have receiv'd 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's one thing wanting,
Which, I doubt not but our Rome
Will cast upon thee.

Cor. Know, good Mother,
I had rather be their Servant in my way,
Than sway with them in theirs.
Com. On, to the Capitol,

Enter Brutus and Sicinius.
Bru. All Tongues speak of him, and the bleared fights
Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling Nurse
Into a Rapture lets her Baby cry,
While the chats him : The Kitchin Maukin pins

Cornets. [Exeunt in State, as before,


Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechy Neck,
Clambring the Walls to eye him;
Stalls, Bulks, Windows, are smother'd up,
Leads filled, and Ridges hors'd
With variable Complexions ; all agreeing
In earnestness to see him : Seld-shown Flamins
Do press among the popular Throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar Station; our veild Dames
Commit the War of White and Damask
In their nicely gawded Cheeks, to th' wanton Spoil
of Phæbus burning Kisses; such a pother,
As if that, whatsoever, God, who leads him,
Were Nily 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 temp?rately transport his Honours,
From where he mould begin and end, but will
Lose those 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, ihese his new Honours;
Which that he will give them, make I as little question
As he is proud to do'c.

Bru. I heard him swear
Were he to stand for Conful never would he
Appear i'th' Market-place, nor on him put
The Napless Vesture of humility,
Nor shewing, as the manner is, his Wounds
To th' People, beg their stinking Breaths.

Sic. 'Tis right.

Brn. It was his word:
Oh he would miss it, rather than carry it,
But by the suit of the Gentry to him,
And the desire of the Nobles.

Sic. I wish no better, than have him hold that purpose, and to put it in Execution. Br*.''Tis most like he will,

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Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills ;
A sure Destruction.

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's Power he would
Have made them Mules, filenc'd their Pleaders,
And disproportioned their Freedoms; holding them,
In human A&ion and Capacity,
Of no more Soul nor fitness for the World,
Than Camels in their War, who have their Provand
Only for bearing Burthens, and fore Blows
For finking under them.

Sic. This, as you say, suggested,
At some time, when his soaring Insolence
Shall teach the People; which time mall not want,
If he be put upon's, and that's as easie,
As to set Dogs on Sheep; we'll be his Fire
To kindle their dry Stubble; and their Blaze.
Shall darken him for ever.

Emer a Messenger
Brs. What's the Matter?

Mes. You are sent for to the Capitol :
'Tis thought that Martius shall be Consul:
I have seen the dumb Men throng to see him,
And the blind to hear him speak; Matrons Aung Gloves,
Ladies and Maids their Scarfs and Handkerchiefs,
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 Shouts :
I never saw the like.

Bru. Let's to the Capitol,
And carry with us Ears and Eyes for th' time,
But Hearts for the Event.
Sic. Have with you.

(Exeunt. Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as in the Capitol, 1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here; how many stand for Consulships?

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

1. Of. That's a brave Fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the Common People.

2. Of. 'Faith, there have been many great Men that have flatter'd the People, who ne'er lov'd 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 him, manifests the true Knowledge he has in their Disposition, and out of his noble Carelessness lets chem plainly see'r.

1. Of. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently, 'wixe doing them neither Good, nor Harm: Bat he seeks their Hate with greater Devotion, than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him 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.

2. Of. He hath deserv'd worthily of his Country: And his Ascent is not by fuch easie Degrees as those, who have been supple and courteous to the People, Bonnetted, without any further Deed, to have them at all into their Estimation and Report: But he hath so planted his Honours in their Eyes, and his A&ions in their Hearts, that for their Tongues to be filent, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful Injury; to report otherwise, were a Malice, that giving it self the Lie, would pluck Reproof and Rebuke from ev'ry Ear that heard it.

1. Of. No more of him, he is a worthy Man: Make way, they are coming. A Sonnet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the Peo

ple, Li&tors before them; Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius the Consul: Sicinius and Brutus take their Places by themselves.

Men. Having determinid of the Volscies,
And to fend for Titus Lartius; it remains,
As the main Point of this our after-meeting,
To gratifie his noble Service, that hath
Thus stood for his country. Therefore, please you,
Moft Reverend and Grave Elders, to desire
The present Consul, and last General,
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In our well-found Successes, to report
A little of that worthy Work perform'd
By Caius Martius Coriolanus; whom
We met here, both to thank, and to remember
With Honours like himself,

I Sen. Speak, good Cominius :
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Ruher our State's defe&ive for Requital,
Than we to stretch it out. Masters oth’ People,
We do request your kindest Ear, and after,
Your loving Motion toward the common Body,
To yield what passes here.

Sic. We are convented upon à pleasing Treaty, and have Hearts inclinable to Honour, and advance the Theam of our Assembly.

Brs. Which the rather we shall be blest to do, if he re, member a kinder Value of the People, than he hath hither. to priz'd them at.

Men. That's off, that's off: I would you rather had been filent: Please you to hear Coninius speak

Bru. Most willingly: But yet my Caution was more per tinent than the Rebuke you give it.

Men. He loves your People, but tye him not to be their Bedfellow: Worthy Cominius, speak.

[Coriolanus rises, and offers to go away. Nay, keep your place.

i Sen. Sir Coriolanus, never shame to hear What you have nobly done.

Cor. Your Honour's Pardon:
I had rather have my Wounds to heal again,
Than hear say how I got them.

Bru. Sir, I hope my Words dis-bench'd you not?

Cor. No, Sir; yet oft,
When Blows have made me stay, I fled from Words,
You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: But your People,
I love them as they weigh

1'en. Pray now, sit down.

Cor. I had rather have one scratch my Head i'th' Sur, When the Alarum were struck, than idly fit To hcar my Nothings monster'd [Exit Coriolanus.


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