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This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, And throw it against the wind.-To the marketplace:

You have put me now to such a part, which never I shall discharge to the life.

Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. I pr'ythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part,

Thou hast not done before.

Well, I must do't:
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice

That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves
Tent1 in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms!-I will not do't:
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.

At thy choice then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than thou of them. Čome all to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list.
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me;
But owe2 thy pride thyself.

Cor. Pray, be content; Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going: Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; Or never trust to what my tongue can do I'the way of flattery, further.


Do will. [Exit.
Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you: arm


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Sic. Assemble presently the people hither:
And when they hear me say, It shall be so
I'the right and strength o'the commons, be it

For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them,
If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death;
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i'the truth o'the cause.
Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Enforce the present execution

I shall inform them.

Of what we chance to sentence.
Very well.
Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint,
When we shall hap to giv't them.

Go about it.
[Exit Edile.
Put him to choler straight: He hath been us'd
Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Of contradiction: Being once chaf'd, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators, and Patricians.

Sic. Well, here he comes.


Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave4 by the volume.-The honour'd gods

Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men! plant love among us!
Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
And not our streets with war!
1 Sen.

Men. A noble wish.

Amen, amen!

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Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this pre

sent? Must all determine here?


I do demand, If you submit you to the people's voices, Allow their officers, and are content To suffer lawful censure for such faults As shall be prov'd upon you? Cor.

I am content.

Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content : The warlike service he has done, consider; Think on the wounds his body bears, which show Like graves i'the holy churchyard.


Scars to move laughter only.


Scratches with briars,

Consider further, That when he speaks not like a citizen, You find him like a soldier: Do not take His rougher accents for malicious sounds, But, as I say, such as become a soldier, Rather than envy you.


Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,

That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again?

(4) Will bear being called a knave. (5) Injure.


Answer to us.

Cor. Say then. 'tis true, I ought so.

Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd,

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to|| As enemy to the people, and his country:


From Rome all season'd' office, and to wind

Yourself into a power tyrannical;

For which, you are a traitor to the people. Cor. How! Traitor?


Nay; temperately: Your promise.
Cor. The fires i'the lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor?-Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd2 as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say,
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods.

Mark you this, people?
Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him!

We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great power must try him; even this,
So criminal, and in such capital kind,
Deserves the extremest death.

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It shall be so. Cit.

It shall be so, it shall be so.

Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath
I hate

As reeks o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcases of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders; till, at length,
Your ignorance (which finds not, till it feels,)
Making not reservation of yourselves
(Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most
Abated captives, to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.
[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius,
Senators, and Patricians.
Edi. The people's enemy is gone,
is gone!
Cit. Our enemy's banish'd! he is gone! Hoo!


[The People shout, and throw up their caps.
Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,
As he hath follow'd you, with all despite;
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard
Is this Attend us through the city.


Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying; Pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have't with saying, Good-morrow.
For that he has
(As much as in him lies) from time to time
Envied against the people, seeking means
To pluck away their power; as now at last
Given hostile strokes, and that not4 in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
That do distribute it; In the name o'the people,
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
Even from this instant, banish him our city;
In peril of precipitation

From off the rock Tarpeian, never more

To enter our Rome gates: I'the people's name, I say, it shall be so.


It shall be so,

It shall be so; let him away: he's banish'd,
And so it shall be.

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends;

Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Com. Let me speak: I have been consul, and can show from5 Rome, Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife's estimate,6 her womb's increase, And treasure of my loins; then if I would Speak that


We know your drift: Speak what?

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Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates;

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SCENE 1.-The same. Before a gate of the city. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, and several young Patricians.

Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell :the beast10

With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother,
Where is your ancient courage? you were us'd
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits;
That common chances common men could bear;
That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows,
When most struck home, being gentle wounded,

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What, what, what!

I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
If you had been the wife of Hercules,
Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd
Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius,
Droop not; adieu:-Farewell, my wife! my mother!
I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius,

(7) Pack. (8) Vapour. (9) Subdued.
(10) The government of the people.

Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hard'ning spectacles; tell these sad women
'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,

As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well,
My hazards still have been your solace and
Believe't not lightly (though I go alone

Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen

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Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,


Will, or exceed the common, or be caught

With cautelous2 baits and practice.
My first son,
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
With thee a while: Determine on some course,
More than a wild exposture4 to each chance
That starts i'the way before thee.

O the gods!
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us,
And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth
A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
O'er the vast world, to seek a single man;
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
I'the absence of the needer.

Cor. Fare ye well:Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and My friends of noble touch,5 when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. While I remain above the ground, you shall Hear from me still; and never of me aught But what is like me formerly.


That's worthily

As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.-
If I could shake off but one seven years
From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
I'd with thee every foot.

Give me thy hand :

Cor. Come. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A street near the gate. Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll

no further.

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Take my prayers with you.I would the gods had nothing else to do,

[Exeunt Tribunes. But to confirm my curses! Could I meet them But once a day, it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't.


You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup

with me?

Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.--Come, let's go : Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Men. Fie, fie, fie!


SCENE III-A highway between Rome and Antium. Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Rom. I know you well, and you know me; your name, I think, is Adrian.

Vol. It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you. Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against them: Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? No.

Rom. The same, sir.

Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the

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Volscian state, to find you out there: You have || Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love well saved me a day's journey. Unseparable, shall within this hour, Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insur-On a dissension of a doit,2 break out rection: the people against the senators, patricians, To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes, and nobles. Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep

Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so; they are in a most warlike prepara-To take the one the other, by some chance, tion, and hope to come upon them in the heat of Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear their division. friends,

Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take from the people, and to pluck from them power their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can



And interjoin their issues. So with me :-
My birth-place hate I, and
love's upon
This enemy town.-I'll enter: if he slay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service.


tell you, and is almost mature for the violent break-SCENE V.-The same. A hall in Aufidius's ing out.

Vol. Coriolanus banished?

Rom. Banished, sir.

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.

Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country.

Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.

Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?

Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.

Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that shall set them in present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of

your company.

Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause to be glad of yours.

Rom. Well, let us go together.


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house. Music within. Enter a Servant. Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here? I think our fellows are asleep. [Exit.

Enter another Servant.

2 Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him. Cotus! [Exit.

Enter Coriolanus.

Cor. A goodly house: the feast smells well: but I Appear not like a guest.

Re-enter the first Servant.

1 Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the door. Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, In being Coriolanus.3

Re-enter second Servant.

2 Serv. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter
eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such
companions ?4 Pray, get you out.
Cor. Away!

2 Serv. Away? Get you away.
Cor. Now thou art troublesome.

2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.

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3 Serv. What fellow's this? 1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o'the house: Pr'ythee, call my master to him.

3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house.

Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.

3 Serv. What are you?

Cor. A gentleman.

3 Serv. A marvellous poor one.

Cor. True, so I am.

3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.

Cor. Follow your function, go!
And batten5 on cold bits.

Pushes him away.
3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my
master what a strange guest he has here.
2 Serv. And I shall.

3 Serv. Where dwellest thou?
Cor. Under the canopy.
3 Serv. Under the canopy?
Cor. Ay.

3 Serv. Where's that?

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Enter Aufidius and the second Servant. Auf. Where is this fellow?

2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.

Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest thou?
Thy name?

Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name?
If, Tullus, [Unmuffling.
Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.

What is thy name?
[Servants retire.
Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.
Say, what's thy name?||
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn,
Thou show'st a noble vessel: What's thy name?
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou
me yet?

Auf. I know thee not:-Thy name?
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volces,
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service,
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are requited
But with that surname; a good memory,1
And witness of the malice and displeasure

It be to do thee service.
O, Marcius, Marcius,
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my

A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say,
'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee,
All-noble Marcius.-O, let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash a hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clips
The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I lov'd the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath: but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,6
Or lose mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me out?
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dream't of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Mar-

Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy 8 and, pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.

You bless me, gods!

Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
The leading of thine own revenges, take

Which thou should'st bear me : only that name re- The one half of my commission; and set down,


The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
And suffered me by the voice of slaves to be
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope,
Mistake me not, to save my life; for if

I had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world
I would have 'voided thee: But in mere spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,
Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak2 in thee, that will revenge
Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims3
Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee

And make my misery 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 under4 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 malice :
Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool;
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless

(1) Memorial. (2) Resentment. (3) Injuries.
(4) Infernal.


As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own


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 Cor. and Auf.
1 Serv. [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 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.

2 Serv. 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.

1 Serv. He had so looking as it were,—— 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.

2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i'the world.

1 Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot9 one.

2 Serv. Who? my master?

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