Upon the voice of occupation, and The breath of garlick-eaters. Com. He'll shake your Rome about your ears. Men. As Hercules did fhake down mellow fruit: You have made fair work! Bru. But is this true, Sir? Com. Ay, and you'll look pale Before you find it other. All the Regions Do fmilingly revolt; and, who refist, Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish conftant fools: who is't can blame him? Men. We're all undone, unless The noble man have mercy. Com. Who fhall ask it? The Tribunes cannot do't for fhame; the people Does of the fhepherds: his best friends, if they And therein fhew'd like enemies. Men. 'Tis true. If he were putting to my house the brand To fay, "Befeech you, cease." You've made fair hands, Com. You've brought A trembling upon Rome, fuch as was never Tri. Say not, we brought it. Men. How? was it we? we lov'd him; but, like beafts, And coward Nobles, gave way to your clusters, Who did hoot him out o'th' city. Com. But I fear, They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, T 4 That That Rome can make against them. Enter a Troop of Citizens. Men. Here come the clufters. And is Aufidius with him? You are they, That made the air unwholfome, when you caft Your ftinking, greafy caps, in hooting at And not a hair upon a foldier's head, Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs, If he fhould burn us all into one coal, Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news. When I faid, banish him; I faid, 'twas pity. 2 Cit. And fo did I. 3 Cit. And fo did I ; and to say the truth, fo did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best; and tho' we willingly confented to his Banishment, yet it was against our will. Com. Y'are goodly things; you, voices! Men. You have made good work, You and your cry. Shall's to the Capitol ? [Exeunt. Sic. Go, mafters, get you home, be not difmay'd. These are a Side, that would be glad to have I Cit. The Gods be good to us: come, mafters, let's home. I ever faid, we were i'th' wrong, when we banifh'd him. 2 Cit. So did we all; but come, let's home. Bru. I do not like this news. Sic. Nor I. [Ex. Cit. Bru. Let's to the Capitol; 'would, half my wealth Would Would buy this for a lie! Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt Tribunes. SCENE, a Camp; at a small distance from Rome. Enter Aufidius, with his Lieutenant. Auf D Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in O they ftill flie to th' Roman? him; but Your foldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, Even by your own. Auf. I cannot help it now, Unless, by ufing means, I lame the foot Of our defign. He bears himself more proudly Lieu. Yet I wish, Sir, (1 mean for your particular) you had not Join'd in Commiffion with him; but had borne The action of your self, or else to him Had left it solely. Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou fure, Lieu. Sir, I befeech, think you, he'll carry Rome? Auf Auf. All places yield to him ere he fits down, And the Nobility of Rome are his : The Senators and Patricians love him too: The Tribunes are no foldiers; and their people. To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome (25) As he controll'd the war ;) But one of these, (25) - I think, he'll be to Rome As is the Afpray to the Fish, who takes it By Sov'reignty of Nature.] Though one's Search might have been very vain to find any fuch Word as Aspray, yet eafily imagin'd, fomething muft be couch'd, under the Corruption, in its Nature deftructive to Fish, and that made a Prey of them. And this Sufpicion led me to the Discovery. The Ofprey is a Species of the Eagle, of a ftrong Make, that haunts the Sea and Lakes for its Food, and altogether preys on Fish. But how will Coriolanus be to Rome, as the Ofprey to the Fish, he'll take it By Sov'reignty of Nature? Shakespeare, 'tis well known, has a Peculiarity in Thinking; and, wherever he is acquainted with Nature, is fure to allude to her most uncommon Effects and Operations. I am very apt to imagine, therefore, that the Poet meant, Coriolanus would take Rome by the very Opinion and Terror of his Name, as Fish are taken by the Osprey, thro' an instinctive Fear they have of him. (As (As he hath spices of them all) not all, One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Right's by right fouler, ftrengths by ftrengths do fail. Come, let's away; when, Caius, Rome is thine, Thou'rt poor'ft of all, then fhortly art thou mine. [Exeunt. SCENE, a publick Place in Rome.. Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, with others. N MENENI U S. O, I'll not go you hear, what he hath faid, In a most dear particular. He call'd me father : Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name: ' He |