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Auf. What is thy name?
Sighid truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Cor. A name unmusical to the Volçes' ears, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, And harsh in found to thine.
Than when I firit my wedded mistress faw Auf. Say, what's thy name?
Beltride my threshold. Why, thou Mars ! I tell Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
thee, Bears a command in 't: though thy tackie's torn, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Thou shew'st a noble vessel : What's thy name? Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown : Know'st thou Cr lose mine arm fort: Thou haft beat me out duf. I know thee not :-Thy name ? (me yet? Twelve several times, and I have nightly fince
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hash done Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyfelf and me ; To thee particularly, and to all the Voices,
We have been down together in my sleep, Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may Unbuckling helms, fifting each other's throat, My furname, Coriolanus : The painful service, And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy The extremne dangers, and the drops of blood
Marcius, Shed for my thankless country, are requited Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that But with that surname ; a good memory', Thou art thence banith’d, we would muster all And witness of the malice and displeasure [mains : From twelve to seventy ; and, pouring war Which thou shouldīt bear me, only that name re- Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, The cruelty and envy of the people,
Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in, Permitted by our daltard nobles, who
And take our friendly senators by the hands; Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, And suffer'd me by the voice of Naves to be Who am prepar'd against your territories, Whoop'd out Rome. Now, this extremity Though not for Rome itself. Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope,
Cor. You bless me, gods !
[have Mistake me not, to fave my life ; for if
Auf. Therefore, mottáblolute fir, if thou wilt I had fear'd death, of all the inen i' the world The leading of thine own revenges, take I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, The one half of my commiffion, and let down, To be full quit of those my banishers,
As best thou art experienc'd, since tho i know'st Stand I before thee here. Then if thou haft Thy country's ftrength and weakness,—thine own A heart of wreak 2 in thee, that wilt revenge
ways : Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims Whether to knock against the gates of Romo, Of shame 3 seen through thy country, speed thee Or rudely visit them in parts remote, Itraight,
To fright them, ere destroy. But come in : And make my misery serve thy turn ; so use it, Let me commend thee firit to those, that Thall That my revengeful iervices may prove Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes ! As henefits to thee; for I will fight
And more a friend than e'er an enemy ; Against my canker'd country with the spleen Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: Most Of all the under fiends. But if so be
[Excunt. Thou dar'ít not this, and that to prove more fortunes i Serv. Here's a strange alteration ! Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I alto am
2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have Longer to live most weary, and present
itrucken him with a cudgel ; and yet my mind My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. Which not to cut, would thew thee but a fool; I Scru. What an arm he has ! He turn's me Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, about with his finger and his thumb, as one would Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, fet up a top. And cannot live but to thy Thame, unless
2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was It be to do thee service.
something in him : He had, fir, a kind of face, Auf. ( Marcius, Marcius,
[heart methought-1 cannot tell how to term it. Each word thou haft spoke hath w'eeded from my I Serv. He had fo; looking, as it were,--A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
'Would I were hang d, but I thought there was Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, more in him than I could think. 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply All noble Marcius.--Let me twine
the rarest man i' the world. Mine arms about that body, where against
I Serv. I think he is : but a greater soldier My grained ath an hundred times hath broke, than he, you wot one. And scarr’d the moon with splinters! Here I clip 2 Suv. Who? my master ? The anvil of my sword; and do contest
i Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
2 Serv. Worth six of him. As ever in ambitious (trength I dul
I Serv. Nay, not so neither: but I take him to Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, be the greater foldier. I lov'd the maid I marry'd; never man
2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how
2 i. e. resentment or revenge.
1 Memory for memorial. çerritory.
3 i, e. disgraceful diminutions of
to say that : for the defence of a town, our gene- peace, as far as day does night; it's sprighting ral is excellent.
waking, audible, and full of vent 4. Peace is a i Serv. Ay, and for an assault too.
very apoplexy, lethargy; mullids, deaf, fleepy, Enter a third Servant.
insensible; a getter of more battard children, than 3 Serv. O, laves, I can tell you news ; news, war's a destroyer of men.
2 Serv. 'Tis fo ; and as war, in some sort, may Botb. What, what, what? let's partake. be said to be a ravilher; so it cannot be denied,
3 Sere. I would not be a Roman, of all nations, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. I had as lieve be a condemn'd m.n.
i Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one anoBoth. Wherefore? wherefore?
ther. 3 Sery. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack 3 Siro. Reason; because they then less neel our general, Caius Marcius.
one another. The wars, for my money. I hope I Serv. Why do you tay, thwack our general: to Ice Romans as cheap as Voices. They are
3 Serv. I do not lay, thwack our general; but rising, they are rising. he was always good enough for him.
All. In, in, in, in.
[Eximad 2 Serv. Come, we are feilows, and friends : he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him
S CE N E VI. fay fo himself. i Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to
A public Place in Rome. say the troth ont: before Corioli, he scotch'd him
Enter Sicinius, and Brutsts. and notch'd him like a carbonado.
Sie. We bear not of him, neither need we fear 2. Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broild and caten him too.
His remedies are tame 6 in the present peace I Serv. But, more of thy news?
And quietness o' the people, which before 3 Sero. Wby, tie isté made on here within, as were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends if he were son and he to Mars : fet at upper end bluh, that the world goes well; who rather tv, o'the table : no questi ask'ü him by any of the Though they themselves did suíter boy't, behoid fenators, but they ítand bald before him : Our ge- Difientious numbers peitering ftreets, than tee neral himself makes a mistrefs of him ; fanćtifies Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going himself with's hand", and turns up the white o' the About their functions friendly. eye to his diicourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i' the midle, and but one
Erier Menenius. half of what he was yesterday : for the other has
Bru. We food to't in good time. Is this We.
nenius? half, by the intreaty and grant of the whole table. lle will go, he says, and lowle 2 the porter of
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kit Rome gates by the cars : He will mow down all
Cf late.- Hail, sir! before him, and leave his salsage poll'd 3.
Men. Hail to you both! 2 SE v. And he's as like to do't, as any man I
Sir. Your Coriolanus is not much mís'd,
But with his friends: the common-wealth doch can imagine. 3 Serv. Do't? he will do'r : For, look you, fir,
stand; he has as many frier:ds as enemies; which friends, And so would do, were he more angry at it. fir, (as it were) durit not (look you, fir) Thew
Mer. All's well ; and might have been much themselves (as we term it) his friends, whilft he's He could have temporiz'd.
Sic. Where is he, hear you? in directitude. i Suru. Drectitude! What's that ?.
Men. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother and his 3.500. But when they shall see, fir, his crest Hear nothing from him. up a ain, and the man in biood, they will out of
Enter three or four Citizens. incii burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all All. The gods preserve you both! with him.
Sie. Good-e'en, our neighbours. i Serv. But when goes this forward?
Bru. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all. 3 Serv To-morrow; to-day; presently. You 1 Cir. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on Mall have the drum ítruck up this afternoon : 'tis, Are bound to pray for you both. [our knees, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be ex Sic. Live, and thrive!
(rolaus ecuted ere they wipe their lips.
Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours: We wih'd Cum 2 Serv. Why, then we fall have a stirring Had lov d you as we did. world again. This peace is nothing, but to ruit edil. Now the gods keep you ! jon, encrease tailors, and breed ballad makers. Buth Tri. Farewel, farewel. i Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds
1 Alluding, improperly, to the act of crossing upon any frange event. 2 That is, drog him dowo by the ears into the airt. The word is derived from jou', 1. c. to take hold of a person by the ears, as a dog leizes one of these animals, 3. That is, bared, cleared. 4 i. e. full of univ, full of materials for discourse. Si. e. foiten'd and dispuited, as wine is when burni and sweeten'd. $ i. c. inefidual in tincs of peace like thele.
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, The young'st and oldest thing, Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Sic. This is most likely ! , Crying, Confufon.
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wise Bru. Caius Marcius was
Good Marcius home again. A worthy officer i' the war ; but infolent,
Sit. The very trick on't.
He and Aufidius can no more atone 3,
Than violenteft contrariety.
Fnter another Mefenger. Men. I think not fo.
Mes. You are sent for to the fenate :
Allociated with Aufidius, rages
O’er-horne their way, consum'd with fire, and took
What lay before them.
Com. O, you have made good work! There is a llave, whom we have put in prison,
Men. What news? what news?
[ters, and Reports,—the Volces with two several powers
Com. You have holp to ravith your own daughAre enter'd in the Roman territories;
To melt the city leads upon your pates ; And with the deepest malice of the war
To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses ; Destroy what lies before 'em.
Men. What's the news? what's the news? Men. 'Tis Aufidius,
Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment,
Your franchises, whereon you itood, confin'd Thruits forth his horns again into the world ;
Into an augre's bore. Which were in-shell'd, when Marcius tood for
Nien. Pray now, the news
[news ? And durft not once peep out.
You have made fair work, 1 ferr me :-Pray, your Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius ? [be,
If Marcius should be joined with the Volces,Bru. Go fee this rumourer whipp'd.--It cannot
Com. If ! The Voices Jare break with us.
He is their god ; he leads them like a thing Mon. Cannot be !
Made by fome other deity than nature, We have record, that very well it can ;
That Thapes inan better : and they follow him, And three examples of the like have been Within my age. But reason 2 with the fellow,
Against us brats, with no less confidence,
Than boy's pursuing fummer butter-fies, Before you punih him, where he heard this;
Or butchers killing flies. Left you shall chance to whip your infornvation,
Men. You have made good work, And beat the mellenger who bids beware
You, and your apron-men ; you that stood so much Of what is to be dreaded.
Upon the voice of occupation 4, and
The breath of garlick-eaters S!
Com. He'll thake your Rome about your ears. Bru. Not potlible.
Min. As Hercules did shake down mellow fruit".
You have made fair work!
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly ? revolt; and, who rifit,
And perith constant fools. Who is't can blame him? Mf. Yes, worthy fir,
Your enemies, and his, find something in him. The llave's report is ieconded ; and more,
Men. We are all undone, unless More fearful, is deliver'd.
The noble man have mercy. Sii. What more fearful?
Com. Who shall alk it? Mf. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people (How probable, I do not know that Marcius, Deterve such pity of hin, as the wolf join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainit Rome; Does of the thepherds : for his best friends, if they And vows revenge as ipacious, as between Should say, Be good to Rome, they charg'd him even
I That is, without alofors; without any other suffrage. 2 i. e. talk. 3 Dr. Johnson remarks, that to alone, in the active sense, is to reconcle, and is so used by our author. To atone here is, in the neutral sense, to come to reconciliation. To atone is to unite. 4 Occupation is here ufcd for mechanicks, rnen ocupied in daily butinefs. 5 To smell of garlick was once fuch a brand of vulganity, that garlick was a food forbidden to an ancient order of Spanish knights, mentioned by Guevara. It appeais also, that garlick was once much used in England, and afterwards as much out of tasion. Hence, perhaps, the cant denomination Pil-zarlick for a deferted fellow, a perion lett io futter without friends to assist him. 6 Alluring to the apples of the Hesperides. 7 TO Te ol: Szuin; b), is to revolt with signs of pleasure, or with marks of contempt.
As those should do that had deserv'd his hate, Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; And therein thew'd like enemies.
but Men. 'Tis true :
Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
Unlets by using means, I lame the foot
Even to my person, than I thought he woul, Tri. Say not, we brought it. [like beasts, When furft l vid embrace him : yet his narure
Men. How! Was it we? We lord him ; but, In that's no changeling; and I muft excuse
Liel. Yet I wih, sir,
(I mean, for your particular) you had not They'll roar him in again? Tullus Aufidius, Join'd in commision with bim: but either borre The second name of men, obeys his points The action of yourself, or elie to him As if he were his oificer:--desperation
Had left it solely. Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou fure, That Rome can niake against them,
When he thall come to lis account, he knows T** Inter a Treop of Citizens.
What I can urge againit lim. Although it ietros, Mon. Here come the cluiters.
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent And is Aufidius with him : -- You are they To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairls, That made the air unwholesome, when you cast And Thews good husbandry for the Volcian ftate Your itinking, greasy caps, in hooting at Fights dragon-like, and does atchieve as foon Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
As draw his sword : yet he hath left undone And not a hair upon a soldier's head,
That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, Which will not prove a whir; as many coxcombs, Whenc'er we come to our account. (Rome As you threw caps up, will he tumble down, Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'l city And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; Auf. All places yield to him ere he fits down; If he could burn us all into one coal,
And the nobility of Rome are his : We have derery'd it.
senators, and patricians, love him too : Onines. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people i Cit. For mine own part,
Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty When I said, banith him, I laid, 'twas pity. To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome 2 Cit. And so did I.
As is the osprey 2 to the fish, who takes it Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so By sovereignty of nature. First he was did very many of us : That we did, we did for A noble fervant to them ; but he could not the belt; and though we willingly consented to Cary his honours even: u hether 'twas pride, his banillment, yet it was against our will. Which ont of daily fortune ever taints
Com. You are goodly things, you voices ! The happy man; whether defect of judgement, Men. You have made you
(Capitol ? To fail in the disposing of those chances Good work, you and your cry!--Shall us to the Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
Cəm. O, ay; what else? [Exe. Com. and Men. Not to be other than one thing, not moving
Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd ; From the casque to the culhion, but commanding There are a fide, that would be glad to have
peace This true, which they lo seem to fear. Go home, Even with the same austerity and gaib And shew no sign of fear.
As he controll'd the war: but, one of these, 1 lit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, (As he hath spices of them all, not all, let's home. I ever said, we were i' the wrong, For 1 dare fo far free him) made him fear'd, when we banith'd him.
So hated, and so banish'd : but he has a meit, 2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. To choak it in the utterance. So our virtues
[Excunt Citizens. Lie in the interpretation of the time : B-u. I do not like this news.
And power, unto itself most commendable, Sic. Nor I.
[wealth Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair Bru. Let's to the Capitol :-'Would, half my To extol what it hath done 3. Would buy this for a lie !
One fire drives out one fire ; one nail, one nail ; Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt Tribunes, Right's by right fouler: 4, strengths by strength do SCENE VII.
fail. A Camp; at a small distance from Rome. Come, let's away. Wlien, Caius, Rome is thire,
Enter Aufidius, wirb bis Lieutenant, Thou art poorft of all; then shortly art thou mine. Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman?
[Ex:x: ri.c. As they looted at his departure, they will roar at his return; as he went out with scoffs, he will coinc back with lamentations. 2 A kind of eagle. 3 The seníc is, The virtue which de lights to conimend itfelt will find the furcit somó in that chair wherein it holds forth its own conmendations. 4 i.c. What is already right, and received as such, becomes less clear when tupperied by supernumerary pro ss.
SC E N E I.
Return me, as Cominius is retun'd,
Unheard; what then?--
But as a discontented friend, grief-thot Enter Menenias, Cominius, Sicinius, and Brutus, with With his unkindness ? Say't be 10 ? others.
Sic. Yet your good will Ven. TO, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath Must havethat thanks from Rome, after the measure No, said,
intended well. Which was fometime his general; who lov'd him
Men. l'll undertake it : In a most dear particular. He call'd me father :
I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, But what o'chat : Gy, you that banith'd him,
And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
He was not taken well; he had not din'd: The way into his mercy : nay, if he coy'd
The veins unnilld, our blood is cold, and then To hear Cominius speak, i'll keep at home.
We pout upon the morning, are unapt Com. He would not leem to know me.
To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff Men. Do you hear? Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name : With wine and feeding, we have suppler fouls [him
These pipes, and these conveyances of our blood I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
Than in our priest-like fasts : therefore I'll watch That we have bled together. Coriolanus
'Till he be dieted to my request, He would not answer to: forbad all nares ;
And then I'll fet upon him. He was a kind of nothing, titlelets,
Bru. You know the very road into his kindness, 'Till he had forg'd himself a name i' the fire
And cannot loie your way. Of burning Rome.
Mer. Good faith, l'll prove him, Men. Why, so; you have made good work:
Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge A pair of tribunes, that have rack'd' for Rome,
Of my success.
[Ext. To make coals cheap : a nuble memory ? !
Com. He'll never hear him. Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon
Sic. Not? When least it was xpected : he reply's
Com. I tell you, le does fit in gold, his eye It was a bare s peticion of a state,
Red as 'cwould burn Rome : and his injury To one whom they had punish'd.
The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him : Men. Very well :
'Twas very faintly he faid, Rije; dismiss'd me Could he say less ?
Thus, with his ipeechless hand : What he would do, Com. 1 orfer'd to awaken his regard
He sent in writing after me ; what he would noi, For his private friends : his antiver to me was,
Bound with an oath, to yield to his conditions 4 : He could not stay to pick them in a pile
So that all hope is vain ; Of noisome, musty charf: he said, 'twas folly,
Unless his noble mother, and his wife, For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
Who, as I hear, mean to folicit him And still to nose the offence.
For mercy to his country-Therefore, let's hence, Men. For one poor grain or two?
Aud with our fair entreaties haste them on. I am one of those ; his mother, wife, his child,
(Exeunt. And this brave fellow too, we are the grains :
SCENE II. You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
The Volcian Camp. Above the moon : We must be burnt for you. (aid
Sic. Nay, pray, be patient : If you refuse your Enter Menenius to the Watch, or Guard. In this fo never-needed help, yet do not
i Watch. Stay : whence are you? Upbraid us with our distress. But fure, if you 2 Watch. Stand, and go back. [your leave, Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, Men. You guard like men ; 'tis well : But, by More than the instant army we can make, I am an officer of state, and come Might stop our countryman.
To speak with Coriolanus. Men. No; I'll not meddle.
1 Watch. From whence : Sic. Pray you, go to him.
Min. From Rome.
[our generat Men. What thould I do?
i Watch. You may not pass, you must return; Brx. Only make trial what your love can do Will no more hear from thence. For Rome, towards Marcius.
2 W'aish. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with Men. Well, and say that Marcius
i To rack means to harrafs by exations. The meaning is, You that have been such good stewards for the Roman people, as to get their houses burned over their heads, to fave them the expence of coals. 2 Memory for memorial. 3 A bare petition means only a mere petition. 4 Dr. Johnson is of opinion, that here is a charm. The speaker's purpole seems to be this; To yield to his conditions is ruin, and better cannot be obtained, fo that all hope is vain.