With no less honour to the Antiates

Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians,

Together with the seal o' the senate, what

We have compounded on.

Auf.

Read it not, noble lords;

But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree

He hath abus'd your powers.

Cor. Traitor! how now!

Auf.
Cor.

Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus, in Corioli?

like

You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome
I say, your city to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and resolution,
A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory;
blush'd at him, and men of heart
Look'd wondering each at other.

That pages

Cor.

Hear'st thou, Mars?

Ha!

Auf Name not the god, thou boy of tears!
Cor.

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 was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion
Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that
Must bear my beating to his grave · shall join

To thrust the lie unto him.

First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.

If

Boy! false hound! you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. - Boy!

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,
Fore your own eyes and ears?

All the Conspirators.

Let him die for't!

Citizens. Tear him to pieces!-Do it presently!-He killed my son! My daughter! He killed my cousin Marcus! He killed my father!

Sec. Lord. Peace, ho! -- no outrage: The man is noble, and his fame folds-in

- peace!

This orb o' th' earth. His last offences to us
Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

Cor.
With six Aufidiuses, or more,
To use my lawful sword!

Auf.

O, that I had him,

his tribe,

Insolent villain!

All the Conspirators. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
[Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill Corio-
lanus, who falls: Aufidius stands on him.
Hold, hold, hold, hold!

Lords.

Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.

First Lord.

Sec. Lord. Thou 'st done a deed whereat valour will weep.

Third Lord. Tread not upon him.

Put up your swords.

O Tullus,

Masters all, be quiet;

as in this rage,

- the great danger

Auf. My lords, when you shall know
Provok'd by him, you cannot
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver

Myself your loyal servant, or endure

Your heaviest censure.

First Lord.

Bear from hence his body,

-

And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
As the most noble corse that ever herald

Did follow to his urn.

Sec. Lord.

His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.

Auf.
My rage is gone;
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up:
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,

Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble memory.

Assist.

[Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus, A dead march sounded.

T

ROMEO AND JULIET.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

ESCALUS, prince of Verona. BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.
PARIS, a young nobleman, kins-

SAMPSON,

servants to Capulet.
PETER, servant to Juliet's nurse.
ABRAHAM, servant to Montague.
An Apothecary.
Three Musicians.

Page to Paris; another Page; an
Officer.

LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Mon-
tague.

LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.
JULIET, daughter to Capulet.
Nurse to Juliet.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.

Chorus.

Verona; except once in the fifth act, where it is Mantua.

PROLOGUE.

Enter Chorus.

Chor. Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

[Ezt

ACT I.

SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with swords and bucklers.
Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.
Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.

Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runnest away.

Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.

Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker ver sels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Gre. The quarrel is between our masters and us their men Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when! have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and

cut off their heads.

Gre. The heads of the maids?