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Vir. O, no, no, no.

with the forehead of the morning. What I think, tion in Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preI utter; and spend my malice in my breath: Meet-servative, of no better report than a horse-drench. ing two such weals-men as you are (I cannot call Is he not wounded? he was wont to come home you Lycurguses) if the drink you gave me, touch wounded. my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I cannot say, your worships have delivered the Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. matter well, when I find the ass in compound with Men. So do I too, if it be not too much :-Brings the major part of your syllables: and though I'a victory in his pocket?-The wounds become must be content to bear with those that say you are him. reverend grave men; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you have good faces. If you see this in the map of my microcosm,2 follows it, that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bisson3 conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too?

Vol. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.

Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? Vol. Titus Lartius writes,-they fought together, but Aufidius got off.

Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the senate pos

Vol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon,sessed5 of this? ;4 in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three-pence to a second day of audience.-When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the colic, you make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamberpot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing: all the peace you make in their cause, is calling both the parties knaves: You are a pair of strange ones.

Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bencher in the Capitol.

Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion; though, peradventure, some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. Good e'en to your worships; more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.

[Bru. and Sic. retire to the back of the scene. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria, &c. How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do you follow your eyes so fast?

Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.

Men. Ha! Marcius coming home?

Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous approbation.

Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee:Hoo! Marcius coming home?

Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.

Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at home for you.

Men. I will make my very house reel to-night:A letter for me?

Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; saw it.

Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate of seven years' health; in which time I will make a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescrip

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Men. Wondrous? ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.

Vir. The gods grant them true!

Vol. True? pow, wow.

Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true:Where is he wounded?-God save your good worships! [To the Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: There will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body.

Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh,there's nine that I know.

Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twentyfive wounds upon him.

Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave: [A shout, and flourish.] Hark! the trumpets.

Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Which being advanc'd, declines; and then men die. A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter Cominius and Titus Lartius; between them, Coriolanus, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, 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; these
In honour follows, Coriolanus:

Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!

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

Look, sir, your mother,

You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
For my prosperity.

Vol.

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[Kneels.

Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd,
What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee?

(5) Fully informed. (6) Flourish on cornets.

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Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Her. Give way there, and go on.
Cor.

Your hand, and yours:
[To his wife and mother.
Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
The good patricians must be visited;
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings,
But with them change of honours.
Vol.

I have lived

To see inherited my very wishes,
And the buildings of my fancy: only there
Is one thing wanting, which I doubt not, but
Our Rome will cast upon thee.

Cor.
Know, good mother,
I had rather be their servant in my way,
Than sway with them in theirs.

Com. On, to the Capitol. [Flourish Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. The Tribunes remain.

Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights

Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Into a rapture? lets her baby cry,

While she chats him: the kitchen malkin3 pins
Her richest lockram4 'bout her reechy5 neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks,
windows,

Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd,
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earnestness to see him: seld6-shown flamens?
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station :8 our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother,
As if that whatsoever god, who leads him,
Were slily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture,
Sic.

I warrant him consul.

Bru.

On the sudden,

Then our office may,

During his power, go sleep.

Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours From where he should begin, and end; but will

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Lose those that he hath won. Bru.

In that there's comfort.

Sic. Doubt not the commoners, for whom we stand,

But they, upon their ancient malice, will
Forget, with the least cause, these his new honours;
Which that he'll give them, make as little question
As he is proud to do't.
Bru.
I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i'the market-place, nor on him put
The napless10 vesture of humility;
Nor, showing (as the manner is) his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.
Sic.

'Tis right.

Bru. It was his word: O, he would miss it, rather Than carry it, but by the suit o'the gentry to him, And the desire of the nobles. Sic. I wish no better, Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it In execution. Bru.

'Tis most like, he will.

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Bru.

Enter a Messenger.

What's the matter? Mess. You are sent for to the Capitol. "Tis thought,

That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind
To hear him speak: The matrons flung their gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs,
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue; and the commons made
A shower, and thunder, with their caps, and shouts :
I never saw the like.

Bru.
Let's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.
Sic.

SCENE II-The same.

Have with you. [Exeunt.

The Capitol. Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.

1 Of. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand for consulships?

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

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

2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great me that have flatter'd the people, who ne'er lov'd them;

(7) Priests.

(9) Adorn'd.

(11) Inform,

(8) Common standing-place. (10) Thread-bare. (12) Provender,

and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground: Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition; and out of his noble carelessness, lets them plainly see't.

But tie him not to be their bedfellow.-
Worthy Cominius, speak.-Nay, keep your place.
[Coriolanus rises, and offers to go away.

1 Sen. Sit, Coriolanus: never shame to hear
What you have nobly done.
Cor.
Your honours' pardon;
I had rather have my wounds to heal again,
Than hear say how I got them.
Bru.
Sir, I hope,

My words disbench'd you not.
; Cor.

1 Off. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good, nor harm; but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the mal-You ice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.

2 Off He hath deserved worthily of his country: And his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonnetted,2 without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation and report: but he hath so planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report otherwise were a malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.

No, sir: yet oft, When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: But, your people,

I love them as they weigh.

Men.
Pray now, sit down.
Cor. I had rather have one scratch my head i'the
sun,

When the alarum were struck,4 than idly sit
To hear my nothings monster'd. [Exit Coriolanus.
Masters o'the people,

Men.

Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter
(That's thousand to one good one,) when you now

see,

He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, Than one of his ears to hear it?-Proceed, Cominius. 1 Off. No more of him; he is a worthy man : Com. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus Make way, they are coming. Should not be utter'd feebly.-It is held, That valour is the chiefest virtue, and A sennet. Enter, with Lictors before them, Co-Most dignifies the haver:5 if it be, minius, the Consul, Menenius, Coriolanus, many other Senators, Sicinius, and Brutus. The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take theirs also by themselves.

Men. Having determin'd of the Volces, and
To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
As the main point of this our after-meeting,
To gratify his noble service, that

Hath thus stood for his country: Therefore, please

you,

Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general
In our well-found successes, to report

A little of that worthy work perform'd
By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom

We meet here, both to thank, and to remember
With honours like himself.

1 Sen.
Speak, good Cominius:
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think,
Rather our state's defective for requital,
Then we do stretch it out. Masters o'the people,
We do request your kindest ears: and, after,
Your loving motion toward the common body,
To yield what passes here.

Sic.
We are convented
Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts
Inclinable to honour and advance

The theme of our assembly.

Bru.

Which the rather

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The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpois'd. At sixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian chin6 he drove
The bristled lips before him: he bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman, and i'the consul's view
Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,8
He prov'd best man i'the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea;
And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since,
He lurch'do all swords o'the garland. For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,

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I cannot speak him home: He stopp'd the fliers;
And, by his rare example, made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as waves before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,
And fell below his stem: his sword (death's stamp)
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion!!
Was timed12 with dying cries alone he enter'd
The mortal gate o'the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny, aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli, like a planet; now, all's his :
When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,13
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
'Twere a perpetual spoil: and, till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting.

Men.

Worthy man!

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That I may pass this doing.

Sic.
Sir, the people
Must have their voices; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony.

Men.

Put them not to't:-
Pray you, go fit you to the custom; and
Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Your honour with your form.

Cor.
It is a part
That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Be taken from the people.

Bru.
Mark you that?
Cor. To brag unto them,-Thus I did, and thus;
Show them the unaching scars which I should
hide,

As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only :-
:-

Men.

Do not stand upon't.-
We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
Our purpose to them;-and to our noble consul
Wish we all joy and honour.

Sen. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
[Flourish. Then exeunt Senators.
Bru. You see how he intends to use the people.
Sic. May they perceive his intent! He that will
require them,

As if he did contemn what he requested
Should be in them to give.

Bru.
Come, we'll inform them
Of our proceedings here: on the market-place,
I know, they do attend us.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same.
The Forum. Enter
several Citizens.

1 Cit. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.

2 Cit. We may, sir, if we will.

about the corn, he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.

3 Cit. We have been called so of many; not that our heads are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald, but that our wits are so diversely coloured: and truly I think, if all our wits were to issue out of one scull, they would fly east, west, north, south; and their consent of one direct way should be at once to all the points o'the compass.

2 Cit. Think you so? Which way, do you judge, my wit would fly?

3 Cit. Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's will, 'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head: but if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.

2 Cit. Why that way?

3 Cit. To lose itself in a fog; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.

2 Cit. You are never without your tricks :-You may, you may.

3 Cit. Are you all resolved to give your voices? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I say, if he would incline to the people, there was never a worthier man.

Enter Coriolanus and Menenius.

Here he comes, and in the gown of humility; mark his behaviour. We are not to stay all together, but to come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to make his requests by particulars: wherein every one of us has a single honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues: therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how you shall go by him.

All. Content, content.

[Exeunt. Men. O sir, you are not right: have you not known

The worthiest men have done it?

Cor.

What must I say?—
I pray, sir,-Plague upon't! I cannot bring
My tongue to such a pace:-Look, sir;-
wounds ;-

-my

I got them in my country's service, when
Some certain of your brethren roar'd, and ran
From the noise of our own drums.
Men.
O me, the gods !
You must not speak of that; you must desire them
To think upon you,
Cor.

Think upon me? hang 'em!
I would they would forget me, like the virtues
Which our divines lose by them.
Men.

You'll mar all;
In wholesome manner.
I'll leave you: Pray you, speak to them, I pray you,
[Exit.

Cor.

Enter two Citizens.

Bid them wash their faces, And keep their teeth clean.-So, here comes a

brace.

You know the cause, sir, of my standing here.
1 Cit. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you

to't.

Cor. Mine own desert.
2 Cit.

3 Cit. We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a power that we have no power to do: for if he show us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds, and speak for them; so, if he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous: and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multi-Mine own desire. tude; of the which, we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

1 Cit. And to make us no better thought of, a little help will serve: for once, when we stood up (1) Avarice.

Cor.

1 Cit.
Cor. No, sir:

Your own desert?
Ay, not

How! not your own desire?

'Twas never my desire yet,
To trouble the poor with begging.

1 Cit. You must think, if we give you any thing, We hope to gain by you,

Cor. Well then, I pray, your price o'the consul-give him joy, and make him good friend to the ship?

Kindly?

1 Cit. The price is, sir, to ask it kindly. Cor. Sir, I pray let me ha't: I have wounds to show you, Which shall be yours in private.-Your good voice,

sir;

What say you?

2 Cit. You shall have it, worthy sir.
Cor. A match, sir

There is in all two worthy voices begg'd:
I have your alms; adieu.
1 Cit.

But this is something odd. 2 Cit. An 'twere to give again,-But'tis no matter. [Exeunt two Citizens.

Enter two other Citizens. Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices, that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown.

3 Cit. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.

Cor. Your enigma?

3 Cit. You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have been a rod to her friends; you have not, indeed, loved the common people.

Cor. You should account me the more virtuous that I have not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my sworn brother the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account gentle and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise the insinuating nod, and be off to them most counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man, and give it bountifully to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.

4 Cit. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily.

3 Cit. You have received many wounds for your country.

Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.

Both Cit. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!

Cor. Most sweet voices!

[Exeunt.

Better it is to die, better to starve,
Than crave the hire, which first we do deserve.
Why in this woolvish gown should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:
What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heap'd
For truth to over-peer.1-Rather than fool it so,
Let the high offices and the honour go
To one that would do thus.-I am half through;
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.

Enter three other Citizens.

Here come more voices,—

Your voices for your voices I have fought;
Watch'd for your voices; for your voices, bear
Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six
I have seen and heard of; for your voices, have
Done many things, some less, some more: your
voices:

Indeed, I would be consul.

out

5 Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go with

any

6 Cit.

honest man's voice.

Therefore let him be consul: The gods

(1) Over-look.

people!

All. Amen, Amen.God save thee, noble consul! Cor.

[Exeunt Citizens. Worthy voices!

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Is this done?

Cor.
Sic. The custom of request you have discharg'd:
The people do admit you; and are summon'd
To meet anon, upon your approbation.
Cor. Where? at the senate-house?

Sic.
There, Coriolanus.
Cor. May I then change these garments?
Sic.
You may, sir.
Cor. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself
again,

Repair to the senate-house.

Men. I'll keep you company.--Will you along? Bru. We stay here for the people.

Sic.

Fare you well. [Exeunt Cor. and Menen.

He has it now; and by his looks, methinks, 'Tis warm at his heart.

Bru. With a proud heart he wore His humble weeds: Will you dismiss the people? Re-enter Citizens.

Sic. How now, my masters? have you chose this man?

1 Cit. He has our voices, sir.

Bru. We pray the gods, he may deserve your

loves.

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2 Cit. Not one amongst us save yourself, but says,

He us'd us scornfully: he should have show'd us
His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for his country.
Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.
Cit.

No; no man saw 'em. [Several speak. 3 Cit. He said, he had wounds, which he could show in private;

And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,
I would be consul, says he aged custom,
But by your voices, will not so permit me;
Your voices therefore: When we granted that,
Here was,-I thank you for your voices,-thank

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