What peace you'll make, advise me: For my part, Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour At difference in thee: out of that I'll work Cor. [Asides [The ladies make signs to Coriolanus, Ay, by and by; [To Volumnia, Virgilia, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Rome. A public Place. Enter Menenius and Sicinius. Men. See you yond' coign o'the capitol; yond' corner-stone? Sic. Why, what of that? Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay upon execution. 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 but terfly; 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. 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 treading. 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 made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finish'd with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in. Mark what Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Men. I paint him in the character. 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 neeks, they respect not us. Enter a Messenger. Mes. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house: The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, And hale him up and down; all swearing, if Enter another Messenger. Sic. What's the news? Mes. Good news, good news;-The ladies have prevail'd, The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone: A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins. Sic. Friend, Art thou certain this is true? Is it most certain? Mes. As certain, as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you; [Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums Shouting also within. beaten, all together. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again. This is good news: Men. I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, A city full; of tribunes, such as you, A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day; Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians, and People. They pass over the Stage. 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, Repeal him with the welcome of his mother; Cry, Welcome, ladies, welcome ! All. Welcome, ladies I Welcome! [A flourish with drums and trumpets. [Exeunt. SCENE V-Antium. A public Place. Enter Tul- Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: [Exeunt Attendants. Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius's Faction. Most welcome! 1 Con. How is it with our general? Even so, As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, And with his charity slain. 2 Con. Most noble sir, If you do hold the same intent wherein Auf. Sir, I cannot tell; We must proceed, as we do find the people. 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst *Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. Auf. A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd He bow'd his nature, never known before 3 Con, Sir, his stoutnesss, When he did stand for consul, which he lost Auf. That I would have spoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; 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 There was it ; Auf. 3 C Ere I With Whic After His r Au Here L 4 [Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts 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 fear, |