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ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may | Great cause to give great thanks.
Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing. Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Sic. They are near the city?
Enter the Ladies, accompanied by SENATORS,
1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of
Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,
Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,
Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his tread-Repeal ing. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing madet for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you.
Sic. The gods be good unto us! Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them: and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,
Enter another MESSENGER.
Sic. What's the news?
Mess. Good news, good news;-The ladies
The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone:
Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain? Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk’d, that you make doubt [tide, Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown As the recomforted through the gates. Why, [Trumpets and Hautboys sounded, and Drums beaten, all together. Shouting also within. The trumpets, sack buts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you!
Men. This is good news:
[A flourish with Drums and Trumpets.
SCENE V.-Antium.-A Public Place.
Enter Three or Four CONSPIRATORS of AUFIDIUS'
1 Con. How is it with our general?
As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
2 Con. Most noble Sir,
If you do hold the same intent wherein
Of your great danger.
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell;
We must proceed, as we do find the people.
Makes the survivor heir of all.
And my pretext to strike at him admits
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
Auf. That I would have spoke of:
In mine own person; holpt to reap the fame,
I seem'd his follower, not partner; and
1 Con. So he did, my lord:
The army marvell'd at it. And, in the last, When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd For no less spoil, than glory,
Auf. There was it;
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him.
At a few drops of women's rheum,+ which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! [Drums and Trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People.
1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post,
And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise.
2 Con. And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear,
With giving him glory.
3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Which we will second. When he lies along, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reasons with his body.
Auf. Say no more;
Here comes the lords.
Enter the LORDS of the City.
Lords. You are most welcome home.
Auf. I have not deserv'd it,
Coriolanus in Corioli?
You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars?
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,— Cor. Ha!
Auf. No more.t
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold. Your judgements, my Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion grave lords, (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must bear
My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust The lie unto him.
1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads,
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False
What I have written to you?
Lords. We have.
Lord. And grieve to hear it.
What faults he made before the last, I think, Might have found easy fines: but there to end,
Where he was to begin; and give away
Cor. Hail, lords! I am returned your
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
Auf. Why, noble lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,
'Fore your own eyes and ears?
Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak at once. pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;Cit. [Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to my daughter;-He killed my cousin Marcus; sol--He killed my father.
No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted, and With bloody passage, led your wars, even to The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home,
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, The charges of the action. We have made
With no less honour to the Antiates,§
Than shame to the Romans: And we here de
Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians, Together with the seal o'the senate, what We have compounded on.
Auf. Read it not, noble lords;
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree He hath abus'd your powers.
*Thought me rewarded with good looks. + Rewarding us with our own expenses. People of Antium.
2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage;-peace.
Cor. O, that I had him,
Auf. Insolent villain!
Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [AUFIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands on him.
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. O Tullus,—
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet;
Put up your swords.
Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage,
Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours
1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,
And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse, that ever herald Did follow to his urn.
SCENE I.-Rome.-A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of CITIZENS.
Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you home;
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
1 Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?You, Sir; what trade are you?
2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender of bad soals.
Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty knave, what trade?
2 Cil. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, Sir, I can mend
they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work.
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
[streets? Why dost thou lead these men about the 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we make holiday to see Cesar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;*
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;
SCENE II.-The same.-A public Place. Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and. CASCA, a great Crowd following, among them a SOOTHSAYER.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,*
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
Casca. Peace, ho! Cesar speaks.
Ces. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.§-Antonius. Ant. Cesar, my lord.
Ces. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their steril curse.
Ant. I shall remember:
When Cesar says, Do this, it is perform'd.
Ces. Ha! who calls?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Ces. What man is that!
Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of March.
Ces. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Cesar.
Ces. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
South. Beware the ides of March.
Ces. He is a dreamer: let us leave him ;
[Sennet. Exeunt all but BRU. and CAS. Cas. Will you g see the order of the course? Bru. Not I.
Cas. I pray you, ɔ.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
(Except immortal Cesar,) speaking of Brutus,
That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to
And, since you know you cannot see yourself
Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
As well as I do know your outward favour.