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He bow'd his nature, never known before
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
The charges of the action.
We have made peace, 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
With no less honour to the Antiates, When he did stand for consul, which he lost Than shame to the Romans : and we here deliver By lack of stooping,
Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
That I would have spoke of : | Together with the seal o'the senate, what
Read it not, noble lorus; Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree In all his own desires; nay, let him choose
He hath abus'd your powers. Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
Cor. Traitor! Ilow now ? My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments Auf.
Ay, traitor, Marcius. In mine own person ; bolp to reap the fame,
Marcius ! Which he did end all his; and took some pride Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,
think I seem'd his follower, not partner ; and
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol’n name He wag'd me with his countenance, as if
Coriolanus in Corioli ? I had been mercenary.
You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously 1 Con. So he did, my lord:
He has betray'd your business, and given up, The army marvell’d at it. And, in the last, For certain drops of salt, your city Rome When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd (I say, your city,) to his wife and mother : For no less spoil, than glory,
Breaking his oath and resolution, like Auf
Tliere was it; A twist of rotten silk; never admitting For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. Counsel o’the war ; but at his nurse's tears At a few drops of women's rheum, which are He whin'd and roar'd away your victory; As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour That pages blusli’d at him, and men of heart Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, Look'd wondering each at other. And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark !
Hear'st thou, Mars ? [Drums and trumpets sound, with great Auf Name not the god, thou boy of tears, shouts of the people. Cur.
Ha! 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, Auf. No more. And had no welcomes home; but he returns,
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Splitting the air with noise.
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave ! 2 Con.
And patient fools,
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, I was fore’d to scold. Your judgments, my grave With giving him glory.
lords, 3 Con.
Therefore, at your vantage, Must give this cu, che lie: and his own notion Ere he express himself, or move the people
(Who wears my stripes impress'd on bim ; that With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Peace, both, and hear me speak. Auf Say no more ;
Cor. Cut me to pioces, Volces ; men and lads, Here come the lords.
Stain all your edges on me. — Boy! False hound !
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your voices in Corioli : Auf
I have not deserv'd it; Alone I did it. Boy! But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus’d Auf
Why, noble lords, What I have written to you?
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Lords. We have.
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. 'Fore your own eyes
and What faults he made before the last, I think,
Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak at once. Might have found easy fines : but there to end, Cit. [Speaking promiscuously. ] Tear him to pieces, Where he was to begin, and give away
do it presently. He killed my son; — my daughter; The benefit of our levies, answering us
He killed my cousin Marcus ;
He killed my With our own charge ; making a treaty, where father. There was a yielding; This admits no excuse.
2 Lord. Peace, ho; - no outrage ; peace. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours ;
Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, croud of Citizens with him.
And trouble not the peace. Cor. Hail, lords! I am return’d your soldier ;
O, that I had him, No more infected with my country's love,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
Insolent villain !
Con. Kil, kill, kill, kill, kill him. With bloody passage, led your wars, even to
(AUFIDIUS und the Conspirators draw, and kill The gates of Rome Our spoils we have brought CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands
Hold, hold, hold, hold. And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
As the most noble corse, that ever herald 1 Lord.
O Tullus, Did follow to his urn. 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour 2 Lord.
His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him. Masters all, be Let's make the best of it. quiet;
My rage is gone, Put up your swords.
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up : Auf. My lords, when you shall k now (as in this Help, three o’the chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one. rage,
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully : Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Trail your steel pikes. — Though in this city he Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours, Which to this hour bewail the injury, To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
Yet he shall have a noble memory. Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Assist. [Ereunt, bearing the body of CORIOLAN OS, Your heaviest censure.
A dead march sounded. I Lord.
Bear from hence his body,
ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos. OCTAVIUS CÆSAR,
A Soothsayer. Marcus ANTONIUS, triumvirs after the death of
Cinna, a poet.
Julius Cæsar. M. Æmil. LEPIDUS,
Another Poet. CICERO, PubliUS, Popilius LENA; senators. Lucilius, Titinius, MESSALA, young Caro, and Vo. MARCUS BRUTUS,
LUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius. Cassius,
Varro, Clitus, CLAUDIUS, Srrato, Lucius, DarCASCA,
DANIUS; servants to Brunis, TREBONIUS,
conspirators against Julius Pindarus, servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,
Cæsar. Decius BRUTUS,
CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar.
Portia, wife to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Altendants, fic. SCENE, — during a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Puilippl.
SCENE I. - Rome. A Street.
2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ? Enter Flavius, Marullus, and a rabble of
2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the Citizens.
awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, home;
a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handyUpon a labouring day, without the sign
work. Of your profession ? — Speak, what trade art thou ? Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? 2 Cit. Trúly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get What dost thou with thy best apparel on? - myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make You, sir ; what trade are you?
holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings am but, as you would say, a cobler.
he home? Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me What tributaries follow him to Rome, directly.
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless a safe conscience ; which is, indeed, sir, a mender
things! of bad soals.
0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Mar. What trade, thou knave, thou naughty Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft knave, what trade?
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, bo not out with To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, me : yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Mar. What meanest thou by that?
The live-long day, with patient expectation, thou saucy fellow ?
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : 705
Be gone ;
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Have you not made an universal shout,
Cæsar. That 'Í'iber trembled underneath her banks,
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once To hear the replication of your sounds,
again. Made in her concave shores?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March. And do you now put on your best attire?
Cæs. He is a dieamer; let us leave him; - - pass. And do you now cull out a holiday ?
(Senet. Ereunt all but Bru. and Cas. And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ?
Bru. Not I.
Cas. I pray you, do. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this I'll leave you. fault,
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness, Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
And show of love, as I was wont to have : Into the channel, till the lowest stream
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
Over your friend that loves you. (Ereunt Citizens. Bru.
Cassius, See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd;
Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours : You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd; Flav. It is no matter ; let no images
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Nor construe any further my neglect, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Than that poor Brutus, with him.seif at war, So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Forgets the shows of love to other men. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much ruistook your Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ;
passion ; Who else would soar above the view of men, By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried And keep us all in serviie fearfulness. (Erunt. Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? SCENE II. The same. A puplic Plaec, Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things. Enter, in procession, with musick, CÆSAR; ANTONY,
Cas. 'Tis just : for the course ; Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, And it is very much lamented, Brutus, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, a great That you have no such mirrors, as will turn croud following; among them a Soothsayer. Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Cæs. Calphurnia,
That you might see your shadow. I have beard, Casca.
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Where many of the best respect in Rome,
[Musick ceases. (Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, Cæs.
Calphurnia, And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Cal. Here, my lord.
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, When he doth run his course. Antonius.
That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear : The barren, touched in this holy chase,
And, since you know you cannot see yourself Shake off their steril curse.
So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Ant.
I shall remember: Will modestly discover to yourself When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform’d.
That of yourself which you yet know not of. Cres. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
[Musick. Were I a coinmon laugher, or did use Sooth. Cæsar.
To stale with ordinary oaths iny love
To every new protester; if you know
[Musick ceases. And after scandal them; or if you know
[Flourish, and shomut. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Cæs. What man is that?
people Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Choose Cæsar for their king. March.
Ay, do you fear it ? Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face. Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well:- Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! But wherefore do you hold me here so long? When went there by an age, since the great flood, What is it that you would impart to me?
But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? If it be auglit toward the general good,
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, Set bonour in one eye, and death i' the other, That her wide walls encompass'd but one man ? And I will look on both indifferently :
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
When there is in it but one only man. The name of honour more than I fear death. 0! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd As well as I do know your outward favour. The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, Well, honour is the subject of my story. –
As easily as a king. I cannot tell, what you and other men
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; Think of this life ; but, for my single self,
What you would work me to, I have some aim; I had as lief not be, as live to be
How I have thought of this, and of these times, In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I shall recount hereafter; for this present, I was born free as Cæsar; so were you :
I would not, so with love I might entreat you, We both have fed as well; and we can both
Be any further mov'd. What you have said, Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
I will consider; what you have to say, For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
I will with patience hear : and find a time The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us. The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
Have struck but thus much show of fire from And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Re-enter Cæsar, anul his Train.
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you Did I the tired Cæsar : And this man
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Is now become a god; and Cassius is
Bru. I will do so :- But, look you, Cassius, A wretched creature, and must bend his body, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
And all the rest look like a chidden train : He had a fever when he was in Spain,
Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
Cæs. Antonius. Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Ant. Cæsar. Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights : As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; s man of such a feeble temper should
He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. So get the start of the majestic world,
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous ; And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. He is a noble Roman, and well given. Bru. Another general shout!
Cæs. 'Would he were fatter:- But I fear him I do believe, that these applauses are
not: For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Yet if my name were liable to fear, Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow I do not know the man I should avoid world,
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; Like a Colossus; and we petty men
He is a great observer, and he looks Walk under his huge legs, and peep
Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no musick : Men at some time are masters of their fates :
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Brutus, and Cæsar : What should be in thai Cæsar? Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; And therefore are they very dangerous. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, Now in the names of all the gods at once,
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
[Ereuni Cæsar and his Truin.
CASCA slays That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd: