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Vex'd are the Nobles, who, we see, have fided
In his behalf.

Bru. Now we have shewn our Power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing.

Sic. Bid them home;
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.

Bru. Dismiss them home.
Here comes his Mother.

Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Sic. Let's not meet her.
Bru. Why?
Sic. They say, she's mad.
Bru. They have ta’en note of us : keep on your way:

Vol. Oh, y'are well met :
The hoorded plague o'th' Gods requite your love!

Men. Peace, peace; be not so loud.

Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hearNay, and you shall hear some.

be gone { Virg. You shall stay too :- I would, I had the power To say so to my Husband.

Sic. Are you mankind ?

Vol. Ay, fool : is that a shame ? note but this fool. Was not a Man my Father? hadft thou foxship To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Than thou haft spoken words.

Sic. Oh blessed heav'ns !

Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words, And for Rame's good - I'll tell thee what

yet gomma Nay, but thou shalt itay too —

Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.

Sic. What then ?
Virg. What then ? he'd make an end of thy Por

Vol. Bastards, and all.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
Men. Come, come, peace.

Will you

I would, my

Sic. I would, he had continued to his Country
As he began, and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.

Bru. I would, he had.

Vol. I would, he had !- 'twas you incens'd the rabble : Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those myfteries which Heav'n Will not have Earth to know.

Bru. Pray, let us go

Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone.
You've done a brave deed: ere you go, hear this:
As far as doth the Capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome ; fo far my Son,
This Lady's Husband here, this, (do you see)
Whom you have banishid, does exceed you all.

Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Sic. Why stay you to be baited
With one that wants her wits ? [Exe. Tribunes.

Vol. Take my prayers with you.
I wish, the Gods had nothing else to do,
But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet 'em
But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
Of what lyes heavy to't.

Men. You've told them home,
And, by my troth, have cause : you'll sup with me?

Vol. Anger's my meat, I fup upon my self, And so fhall starve with feeding : come, let's go, Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno like : come, come, fie, fie! [Exeunt.

S CE N E changes to Antium.

Enter a Roman and a Volscian.



Know you well, Sir, and you know me ; your

name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. It is fo, Sir: truly, I have forgot you.

Rom. I am a Roman, but my services are as you are, against 'em. Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor ? no.

Rom. Rom. The fame, Sir.

Vol. You had more beard when I last saw you, but your favour is well appear'd by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a Note from the Volscian State to find you out there. You have well fav'd me a day's journey

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrections: the People against the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles.

Vol. Hath been! is it ended then our State thinks not so: they are in a moft warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.

Rom. The main blaze of it is paft, 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 all power from the People, and to pluck from them their Tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you ; and is almoft mature for the violent breaking ost.

Vol. Coriolanus banilh'd ?
Rom. Banilh'd, Sir.

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence,

Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, thé 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 requeft Country:

Vol. He cannot chuse. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended


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 Adverfaries. Have you an army ready, fay you ?

Vol. A moft royal one. The Centurions and their Charges distinctly billetted, 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 prefent action.


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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.

[Exeunt. Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, disguis'd and

Cor. A goodly City is this Antium. City,
'Tis I, that made thy widows: Many an heir
Of these fair edifices for my wars
Have I heard groan, and drop: then know Me not,
Left that thy Wives with spits, and boys with kones,
In puny battle flay me. Save you, Sir.

Enter a Citizen.
Cit. And you.
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Auf-

dius lies :
Is he in Antium?

Cit. He is, and feasts the Nobles of the State, at his house this night.

Cor. Which is his house, I beseech you ?
Cit. This, here, before you.
Cor. Thank you, Sir : Farewel. [Exit Citizen.
Oh, world, thy flippery turns ! friends now fast-sworn,
Whole double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whofe hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are still together, who twine (as 'cwere) in love
Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity. So fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow, dear friends,
And inter-join their issues. So, with me ;
My birth-place have I and my lovers left ;
This enemy's Town I'll enter ; if he flay me,
He does fair juftice ; if he give me way,
I'll do his Country service.



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SCENE changes to a Hall in Aufidius's

House. Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. i Ser.

CINE, wine, wine ! what service is here?

I think, our fellows are asleep. [

Enter another Serving-man. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus? my Mafter calls for him : Cotus,

Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly house; the feast smells well, but I appear not like a guest.

Enter the first Serving-man. i Ser. What would you have, friend? whence are. you ? here's no place for you : pray, go to the door.

[Exit. Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus.

Enter fecond Servant.
2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir! has the porter his eyes
in his head, that he gives entrance to such companions ?
pray, get you out.

Cor. Away!
2 Ser. Away? get you away.
Cor. Now thou'rt troublesom.
2 Serv. Are

e you so brave ? I'll have you talk'd with

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Enter a third Servant. The first meets him, 3

Serv. What Fellow's this? i Serv. A strange one as ever I look'd on : I cannot get him out o'th' house: prythee, call my Mafter to kim.

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