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I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
[Sound Hill, with the fouts.
Sic. First, the Gods bless you for your tidings : next,
Accept my thankfulness.
Mej. Sir, we have all great cause to give great
Sic. They're near the City ?
Mes. Almost at point to enter.
Sic. We'll meet them, and help the joy. [Exeunt.
Enter two Senators, with ladies, palling over the
stage ; with other Lords.
Sen. Behold our Patroness, the Life of Rome :
Call all your Tribes together, praise the Gods,
And make triumphant fires : strew flowers before them:
Unfhout the noise, that banish'd Marcius ;
Repeal him with the welcome of his mother :
Cry, - welcome, Ladies, welcome! [Exeunt.
All. Welcome, Ladies, welcome !
[A flourish with drums and trumpets.
O tell the Lords o'th' City, I am here :
Deliver them this paper : having read it,
Bid them repair to th’ market-place, where I,
Even in theirs and in the Commons' ears,
Will vouch the truth of it. He, I accuse,
The city-ports by this hath enter'd ; and
Intends t'appear before the people, hoping,
To purge himself with words. Dispatch. Maft
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius's
i Con. How is it with our General ?
Auf. Even so,
As with a man by his own alms impoison'd,
And with his charity slain.
2 Con, Moft noble Sir,
If you do hold the same intent, wherein
You wish'd us parties ; we'll deliver you
Of your great danger.
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell ;
We must proceed, as we do find the people.
3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilf 'Twixt
there's difference; but the Fall of either Makes the Survivor heir of all.
Auf. I know it;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
A good construction. I raised him, and pawn'd
Mine honour for his truth; who being so heightend,
He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery,
Seducing so my friends ; and to this end,
He bow'd his nature, never known before
But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
3 Con. Sir, his stoutness
When he did stand for Consul, which he loft
By lack of stooping
Auf. That I would have spoke of :
Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth,
Presented to my knife his throat ; I took him,
Made him joint servant with me; gave, him
In all his own desires ; nay, let him chuse
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
My best and freshest men ; serv'd his defignments
In mine own person ; holpe to reape the Fame,
Which he did make all his ; and took some pride
my self this wrong ; 'till, at the last,
And hac Splitting Whole Giving
I seem'd his follower, not partner ; and
He wag'd me with his countenance, as if
I had been mercenary:
i Con. So he did, my lord :
marvell'd at it, and, at laft,
When he had carried Rome, and that we looked
For no less Spoil, than Glory:
Auf. There was it ;
(For which my finews shall be stretch'd upon him ;)
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
As cheap as lies, he fold the Blood and Labour
Of our great Action; therefore shall he die,
And I'll renew me in his Fall. But, hark!
[Drums and trumpets found, with great shouts
of the people.
1 Con. Your native Town you enter'd like a Poft,
And had no welcomes home; but he returns,
Splițring the Air with noise.
2 Con. And patient fools,
Whose children he hath ílain, their base throats tear,
Giving him glory.
Con. Therefore, at your vantage,
Ere he express himself, or move the people
With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Which we will second. When he lies along,
After your way his Tale pronounc'd shall bury
His reasons with his body.
Auf. Say no more,
Here come the lords.
Enter the Lords of the City.
All Lords. You're most welcome home.
Auf. I have not deferv'd it.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd
What I have written to you?
All. We have.
i Lord. And grieve to hear it.
What faults he made before the laft, I think,
Might have found easie fines : but there to end,
Where he was to begin, and give away
The benefit of our Levies, answering us
With our own charge, making a treaty where
There was a yielding, This admits no excuse.
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Enter Coriolanus, marching with drums and colours;
the Commons being with him.
Cor. Hail, lords ; I am return'd, your soldier ;
No more infected with my country's love,
Than when I parted hence, but still fubfifting
Under your great Command. You are to know,
That prosperously I have attempted, and
With bloody passage led your wars, even to
The gates of Rome : Our spoils, we have brought
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
The charges of the action. We've made peace
With no less honour
to the Antiates,
Than shame to th' Romans : and we here deliver,
Subscribed by the Consuls and Patricians,
Together with the seal o'th' Senate, what
We have compounded on.
Auf. Read it not, noble lords,
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
He hath abus'd your powers.
how now ! Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius. Cor. Marcius !
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; dost thou think,
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
Coriolanus in Corioli ?
You Lords and Heads o'th' State, perfidiously
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of falt, your city Rome ;
I say, your city, to his wife and mother ;
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten filk, never admitting
Counsel o'th' war; but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory,
That Pages blush'd at him ; and men of heart
Look'd wondring each at other..
Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars !:-
Auf. Name not the God! thou boy of tears !
Auf. No more.
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy? O slave!
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I'm forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, ,
Maft give this Cur the Lie ; and his own Notion,
(Who wears my stripes imprest upon him ; that
Muft bear my beating to his Grave;d shall join
To thrust the lie unto him.
i Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak.
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volscians, men and lads,
Stain all your edges in me. Boy ! false hound !-
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-coat, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli.
Alone I did it. Boy!
Auf. Why, noble lords,
be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears ?
All Con. Let him die for't.
All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently : He kill'd my son, my daughter, kill'd my
cousin, He kill'd my father.
[The Croud speak promiscuously. 2 Lord. Peace, no outrage
peace The man is noble, and his Fame folds in