for his place. He receiv'd in the repulfe of Tarquin feven hurts i'th' body. (10)

Men. One i'th' neck, and one too i'th thigh; there's nine, that I know.

Vol. He had, before this laft expedition, twenty-five wounds upon him.

Men. Now 'tis twenty-feven; every gash was an enemy's grave. Hark, the trumpets. [Afbout and flourish. Vol. Thefe are the ufhers of Marcius; before him he carries noife, and behind him he leaves tears: Death, that dark fpirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die.

Trumpets found. Enter Cominius the General, and Titus Lartius; between them Coriolanus, crown'd with an oaken garland, with Captains and foldiers, and a Herald.

Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight Within Corioli's gates, where he hath won,

With fame, a name to Caius Marcius,
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!

[Sound. Flouril.

All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; Pray now, no more.

Com. Look, Sir, your mother,

Cor. Oh!

You have, I know, petition'd all the Gods.

For my profperity.

Vol. Nay, my good foldier, up:

My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and

[Kneels.

(10) He receiv'd, in the Repulfe of Tarquin, feven Hurts i̇'rb' Body. Men. One i'th Neck, and two, i'th Thigh: there's Nine, that I know.] Seven, one, ――― and two, and thefe make but nine? Surely, we may fafely affift Menenius in his Anthmetick. This is a fupid Blunder; but wherever we can account by a probable Reason for the Caufe of it, that directs the Emendation. Here it was eafy for a negligent Tranfcriber to omit the fecond One as a needlefs Repetition of the firfty and to make a numeral Word of too.

Mr. Warburton.

By

By deed-atchieving honour newly nam'd,
What is it, Coriolanus, muft I call thee?
But oh, thy wife

Cor. My gracious filence, hail !

Wouldst thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'ft to fee me triumph? ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,`

And mothers that lack fons.

Men. Now the Gods crown thee!

Cor. And live you yet? O my fweet lady, pardon.

[To Valeria. Vol. I know not where to turn. O welcome home; And welcome, general! y'are welcome all.

Men. A hundred thoufand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh, I'm light and heavy ;-welcome! A curfe begin at very root on's heart,

That is not glad to fee thee-You are three,
That Rome fhould dote on: yet, by the faith of men,
We've fome old crab-trees here at home, that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Welcome, warriors!
We call a nettle, but a nettle; and

The faults of fools, but folly.

Com. Ever right.

Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.

Her. Give way there, and go on.
Cor. Your hand, and yours.

Ere in our own houfe I do fhade my head,

The good Patricians must be vifited;

(11) From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings. But, with them, charge of honours.

Vol. I have lived,

To fee inherited my very wifhes,

And buildings of my fancy; only one thing
Is wanting, which, I doubt not, but our Rome

(11) From whom I have received not only Greetings,

But, with them, Change of Honours.] Change of Honours, is a very poor Expreffion, and communicates but a very poor Idea. I have ventur'd to fubftitute, Charge; i. e. a fresh Charge or Commiffion. Thefe Words are frequently mistaken for each other.

Will caft upon thee.

Cor. Know, good mother, I

Had rather be their fervant in my way,
Than fway with them in theirs.

Com. On, to the capitol.

[Flourish. Cornets. [Exeunt in State as before.

Brutus, and Sicinius, come forward.

Bru. All tongues fpeak of him, and the bleared fights
Are fpectacled to fee him. Your pratling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry,

While the chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clambring the walls to eye him; ftalls, bulks, windows,
Are fmoother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions; all agreeing

In earneftness to fee him: feld-fhown Flamens
Do prefs among the popular throngs and puff
To win a vulgar ftation; our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gauded-cheeks, to th' wanton fpoil
Of Phoebus' burning kiffes; fuch a pother,
As if that whatsoever God, who leads him,
Were flily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful pofture.
Sic. On the fudden,

I warrant him Conful.

Bru. Then our office may,

During his power, go fleep.

Sic. He cannot temp'rately tranfport his honours, From where he should begin and end, but will Lofe thofe he hath won.

Bru. In that there's comfort.

Sic. Doubt not,

The commoners, for whom we ftand, but they,
Upon their ancient malice, will forget,

With the leaft caufe, these his new honours; which

That he will give, make I as little queftion

As he is proud to do't.

Bru. I heard him fwear,

Were

Were he to ftand for Conful, never would he
Appear i'th' market-place, nor on him put
The naplefs vefture of humility;

Nor fhewing, as the manner is, his wounds
To th' people, beg their ftinking breaths.
Sic. "Tis right.

Bru. It was his word: oh, he would miss it, rather Than carry it, but by the fuit o'th' gentry,

And the defire o'th' nobles.

Sic. I wifh no better,

Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it
In execution.

Bru. 'Tis moft like, he will.

Sic. It fhall be to him then, as our good wills, A fure deftruction.

Bru. So it must fall out

To him, or our authorities. For an end,

We must fuggeft the people, in what hatred

He ftill hath held them; that to's power he would
Have made them mules, filenc'd their pleaders, and
Difproperty'd their freedoms: holding them,
In human action and capacity,

Of no more foul nor fitnefs for the world,
Than camels in their war; who have their provender
Only for bearing burdens, and fore blows

For finking under them.

Sic. (12) This, as you fay, fuggefted

(12)

-This, as you fay, fuggefied

At fome time, when his foaring Infolence

Sball teach the People, &c.] As Nominatives are fometimes wanting to the Verb, fo on the other hand, as this Paffage has been all along pointed, we have a Redundance: There is, befides, one Word ftill in this Sentence, which notwithstanding the Concurrence of the printed Copies, I fufpect to have admitted a small Corruption. Why fhould it be imputed as a Crime to Coriolanus, that he was prompt to teach the People? Or how was it any foaring Infolence in a Patrician to attempt this? The Poet muft certainly have wrote,

-When bis foaring Infolence

'Shall reach the People;

i. e. When it shall extend to impeach the Conduct, or touch the Character, of the People.

At

At fome time, when his foaring infolence
Shall reach the people, (which time shall not want,
If he be put upon't; and that's as eafy,
As to fet dogs on fheep) will be the fire
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.

Enter a Mesenger.

Bru. What's the matter?

Mef. You're fent for to the capitol: 'tis thought,
That Marcius fhall be Conful: I have seen

The dumb men throng to fee him, and the blind
To hear him fpeak; the matron flung their gloves,
Ladies and maids their fcarfs and handkerchiefs
Upon him as he pafs'd; the Nobles bended,
As to Jove's ftatue; and the Commons made
A fhower and thunder with their caps and fhouts :
I never faw the like.

Bru. Let's to the capitol,

And carry with us ears and eyes for th' time,

But hearts for the event.

Sic. Have with you.

[Exeunt.

1 Of

SCENE changes to the Capitol.

Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.

COME, come, they are almost here; how many ftand for Confulfhips?

CON

2 Off. Three, they fay; but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.

1 Of. That's a brave fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.

2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great men that have flatter'd the people, who ne'er lov'd them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore; fo that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground. Therefore, for

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