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Upon the voice of occupation, and
The breath of garlick-eaters.

Com. He'll shake your Rome about your ears.

Men. As Hercules did shake 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 smilingly revolt; and, who refift,
Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools : who is’t can blame him?
Your enemies and his find something in him.

Men. We're all undone, unless
The noble man have mercy.

Com. Who shall ask it?
The Tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf
Does of the shepherds : his best friends, if they
Shou'd say, “Be good to Rome;" they charge him even
As those should do that had deserv'd his hate,
And therein shew'd like enemies.

Men. 'Tis true.
If he were putting to my house the brand
That would consume it, I have not the face
To say, “ 'Beseech you, cease." You've made fair hands,
You and your crafts ! you've crafted fair!

Com. You've brought
A trembling upon Rome, fuch as was never
So incapable of help.

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,
The second name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer: Desperation
Is all the policy, strength, and defence,
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Enter a Troop of Citizens.
Men, Here come the clusters.
And is Aufidius with him?

You are they,
That made the air unwholsome, when you

caft
Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at
Coriolanus' Exile. Now he's coming,
And not a hair upon a soldier's head,
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs,
As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter,
If he Tould burn us all into one coal,
We have deserv'd it.

Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news.

i Cit. For mine own part, When I said, banish him ; I said, 'twas pity.

2 Cit. And so did I.

3 Cit. And so did I ; and to say the truth, so did ve-
ry many of us ; that we did, we did for the best ; and
tho' we willingly consented 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 ?
Com. Oh, ay, what else ?

[Exeunt.
Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd.
These are a Side, that would be glad to have
This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home,
And shew no sign of fear.

i Cit. The Gods be good to us : come, masters, let's
home. I ever faid, we were i'th' wrong, when we ba-
nilh'd him.
2 Cit. So did we all ; but come, let's home.

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Bru. I do not like this news.
Sic. Nor I.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol ; 'would, half my wealth

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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.

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O they still flie to th’ Roman ?
Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in:

him ; but
Your foldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end :
And you are darken’d in this action, Sir,
Even by your own.

Auf. I cannot help it now,
Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
Of our design. He bears himself more proudly
Even to my person, than, I thought, he would
When firit I did embrace him. Yet his nature
In that's no changling, and I must excuse
What cannot be amended.

Lieu. Yet I wish, Sir,
(1 mean for your particular) you had not
Join'd in Commission with him ; but had borne
The action of your self, or else to him
Had left it folely.

Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure,
When he shall come to his account, he knows not,
What I can urge against him ; though it seems,
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all

things fairly ;
And shews good husbandry for the Volscian State,
Fights dragon-like, and does atchieve as foon
As draw his sword : yet he hath left undone
That which shall break his neck, or hazard mine,
When e'er we come to our account.
Lieu. Sir, I beseech, think you, he'll carry Rome?

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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 soldiers ; and their people.
Will be as rash in the Repeal, as hasty
To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome (25)
As is the Osprey to the fish, who takes it
By Sovereignty of Nature. First, he was
A noble servant to them, but he could not
Carry his Honours even ; whether pride,
(Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man) whether defect of judgment,
(To fail in the disposing of those chances,
Whereof he was the lord) or whether nature,
(Not to be other than one thing ; not moving
From th' cask to th' cushion ; but commanding peace
Even with the same austerity and garb,
As he controlld the war ;) But one of these,
(25)

I think he'll be to Rome
As is the Aspray to the Fish, who takes it

By Sou'reignty of Nature.] Though one's Search might have been very vain to find any such Word as Aspray, yet I easily imagin'd, something must be couch'd, under the Corruption, in its Nature deftructive to Fin, and that made a Prey of them. And this Sufpicion led me to the Discovery. The Osprey is a Species of the Eagle, of a strong Make, that haunts the Sea and Lakes for its Food, and altogether preys on Fish. But how will Coriolanus be to Rome, as the Osprey to the Filh,

he'll take it By Sou'reignty of Nature ? Shakespeare, 'tis well known, has a Peculiarity in Thinking; and, wherever he is acquainted with Nature, is sure to allude to her most uncommon Effects and Operations. I am very apt to imagine, therefore, that the Poet meant, Coriolanus would cake Rome by the very Opinion and Terror of his Name, as Filh are taken by the Osprey, thro' an instinctive Fear they kaye of him.

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(As he hath spices of them all) not all,
For I dare so far free him, made him fear'd,
So hated, and so banish'd ; but he has merit
To choak it in the utt'rance: so our virtues
Lie in th' interpretation of the time;
And Power, unto it felf moft commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident, as a chair

T extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail ;
Right's by right fouler, strengths by strengths do fail.
Come, let's away; when, Caius, Rome is thine,
Thou’rt poor'st of all, then shortly art thou mine.

[Exeunt.

А с т V. SCENE, a publick Place in Rome.. Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus,

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M E NENIU S.
O, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath said,
Which was sometime his General; who lov'd.

him
In a most dear particular. He call'd me father :
But what o' that? go you, that banish'd him,
A mile before his Tent, fall down, and knee
The way into his mercy : nay, if he coy'd.
To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.

Com. He would not seem to know me.
Men. Do you hear ?

Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name : '
I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
That we have bled together. Coriolanus
He would not answer to;, forbad all names;

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