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Shed for my thankless country, are requited
straight, And make my wisery serve thy turn ; so use it, That my revengeful services 'may prove As benefits to thee; for I will fight Against my canker'd country with the spleen Of all the under fiends. But if so be Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am Longer to live most weary, and present My throat to thee, and to thy ancient inalice: Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool; Since I have ever tollow'd thee with hate, Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, And cannot live but to thy shame, unless It be to do thee service. Auf
O, Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
You bless me, Gods !
have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission; and set down,
Years of age. As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own
ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome; Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in : Let me commend thee first to those, that shall Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes ! And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Most welcome!
(Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. 1 Serd. (Advancing.) Here's a strange alteration !
2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.
1 Serd. What an arm he has ! He turned me about with his finger and bis thumb, as one would set up a top.
2 Sero. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought, I cannot tell how to term it.
i Serd. He had so: looking as it were, 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
2 Sero. So did I, I'll be sworn : He is simply the rarest man i'the world.
1 Sero. I think, he is : but a greater soldier than he, you wote one.
2 Sero. Who? my master?
1 Sero. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.
2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
1 Sero. Ay, and for an assault too.
Re-enter third Servant. 3 Sero. O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals. . 1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake.
3 Serd. I would not be a Roman, of all uations; I had as lieve be a condemned man.
1. 2. Sero. Wherefore? wherefore?
3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,-Caius Marcius.
1 Sero. Why do you say, thwack our general?
3 Sero. I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him,
? Sero. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
1 Seru. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and notched him like a carbonado".
2 Sero. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broiled and eaten him too.
1 Seru. But, more of thy news?
3 Sero. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o'the table: no question asked him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him : Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o'the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our gene. ral is cut i' the middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and sowlet the porter of Rome gates by the ears: He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polled 1.
2 Sero. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.
3 Sero. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which friends, sir, (as it were), durst not look you sir), show themselves (as we term it), his friends, whilst he's in directitude.
1 Sero. Directitude! what's that?
3 Sero. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like coneys after rain, and revel all with him.
1 Sero. But when goes this forward? 3 Sero. To-morrow; to day, presently. You shall
were, a parcelt of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
2 Sero. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
1 Sero. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking, audible, and full of venti. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled , deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than war's a destroyer of
2 Sero. 'Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.
1 Sero. Ay, and it makes men bate one another.
3 Serv. Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars, for my mouey. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. All. In, in, in, in.