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His own impatience | The tragedy of Coriolanus is one of the most Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. | amusing of our author's performances. The old Let's make the best of it.
man's merriment in Menenius : the lofty lady's dig. Auf.
My rage is gone, Inity it, Volumnia; the bridal modesty in Virgilia ; And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up : the patrician and military haughtiness in CoriolaHelp, three of the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. nus; the plebeian malignity and tribunitian inso Beat thou the drum, than it spcak mournfully : lence in Brutus and Sicinius, make a very pleasing Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he and interesting variety; and the various revolutions Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
of the hero's fortune, fill the mind with anxious W hich to this hour bewail the injury,
curiosity. There is, perhaps, too much bustle in Yet he shall have a noble memory.'
the first act, and too little in the last. Assist. (Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. A dead march sounded.
JOHNSON. (1) Memorial. TOL. II.
| 2 Cat. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get SCENE 1.-Rome. A street. Enter Flavius, holiday, to see Cæsar, and to
myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make
rejoice in his Marullus, and a rabble of Citizens. triumph.
17 Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings Flavius
What tributaries follow him to Rome, HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels 7 home;
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senselese Is this a holiday ? What! know you not,
things! Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
10, you hard hearts, yon cruel men of Rome, Upon a labouring day, without the sign
Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ? Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? Your infants in your arms, and there have sat What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?-- The live-long day, with patient expectation, You, sir ; what trade are you?"
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, And when you saw his chariot but appear, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
Have you not made an universal shout, Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me di- That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, rectly.
|To hear the replication of your sounds, 2 Cil. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with Made in her concave shores? a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender And do you now put on your best attire ? of bad soals.
And do you now culi out a holiday ? Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty And do you now strew flowers in his way, knave, what trade?
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? 2 Cil. Nay, 'I beseech you, sir, be not out with Be gone; me: yet, if you be out, I can mend you.
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Mar. What meanest thou by thai ? Mend me, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague thou saucy fellow?
That needs must light on this ingratitude. 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
fault, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the Assemble all the poor men of your sort ;' awl: I meddle with no tradesmen's matters, nor Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, Into the channel, tilt the lowest stream a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. (Exe. Cil danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; trod upon peat's-leather, have gone upon my handy. They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. work.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol ;
Mar. May we do so?
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd; You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
|(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Nor construe any further iny neglect, Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Forgets the shows of love to other men. So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing,
passion, Will make him Ay an ordinary pitch;
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Who else would soar above the view of men, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. (Exeunt. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face ? SCENE II.-The same.
Bru, No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itsell, A public place. Enter, But by reflection, by some other things. in procession, with music, Cæsar; Antony, for Cas. 'Tis just the course : Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, And it is very much lamented, Brutus, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd follow- That you have no such mirrors, as will turn ing, among them a Soothsayer.
Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Cæs. Calphurnia,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Casca.
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Music ceases. (Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus,
Calphurnia, -Ànd groaning underneath this age's yoke, Cal. Here, my lord.
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead mo, When he doth run his course.'-Antonius.
That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd 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. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
(Music. Were I a common laugher, or did use Sooth. Cæsar.
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
(Music ceases. And after scandal them; or if you know
(Flourish and shout. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Brum. What means this shouting? I do fear, the What m
people Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Choose Cæsar for their king. March.
Ay, do you fear it 1 Ces. Set him before me, let me see his face. Then must I think you would not have it so. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Bru. I would not, Cassius ; yet I love him well:Cæsar.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once What is it that you would impart to me? again.
If it be aught toward the general good, Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other, Cas. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass. And I will look on both indifferently:
(Sennet." Ecemnt all but Bru. and Cas. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? The name of honour more than I fear death. Bru. Not I.
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Cas. I pray you, do.
As well as I do know your outward favour. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Well, honour is the subject of my story.or that quick spirit that is in Antony.
I cannot tell, what you and other men Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;
Think of this life; but, for my single sell, I'll leave you.
I had as lief not be, as live to be Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: In awe of such a thing as I mysell. I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you : And show of love, as I was wont to have :
We both have fed as well, and we can both You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Endure the winter's cold as well as he. Over your friend that loves you.
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
Cassius, The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Be not deceivid: if I have veil'd my look,
Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now I turn the trouble of my countenance
Leap in with me into this angry flood, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, or late with passions of some difference,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, Conceptions only proper to myself,
And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did. Which give some soil, perhaps to my behaviours: The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside (1) A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia,
(4) The nature of your feelings. (2) Crowd. (3) Flourish of instruments. (5) Allure. (6) Windy.