Set down our host.-My partner in this action, You must report to the Volcian lords, how plainly I have borne this business. Auf. Only their ends You have respected; stopp'd your ears against Cor. This last old man, Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, The first conditions, which they did refuse, Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow Enter, in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUM- Attendants. My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affection! All bond and privilege of nature, break! am not Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows; Vir. My lord and husband! Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang'd, Makes you think so. Cor. Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, And the most noble mother of the world Leave unsaluted: Sink, my knee, i'the earth; [Kneels. Of thy deep duty more impression show Vol. O, stand up bless'd! [Kneels. Cor. What is this? Your knees to me? to your corrected son? Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun; Murd'ring impossibility, to make What cannot be, slight work. Vol. Thou art my warrior; I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? Cor. The noble sister of Publicola, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle, That's curded by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple: Dear Valeria! Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours, Which by the interpretation of full time May show like all yourself. Cor. The god of soldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou may'st prove To shame unvulnerable, and stick i'the wars Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, And saving those that eye thee! Vol. Your knee, sirrah. Cor. That's my brave boy. Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Are suitors to you. Cor. I beseech you, peace: Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; Vol. O, no more, no more! Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment, And state of bodies would bewray what life We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow; Making the mother, wife, and child, to see With manacles thorough our streets, or else That brought thee to this world. Vir. Ay, and on mine, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name Living to time. Boy. He shall not tread on me ; I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. If it were so, that our request did tend [Rising. The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn us, As poisonous of your honour: No; our suit | Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs?-Daughter, speak you: He cares not for your weeping.-Speak thou, boy: Perhaps thy childishness will move him more Than can our reasons.-There is no man in the world More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me prate Like one i'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life Cor. O mother, mother! [Holding Volumnia by the hands, silent. What have you done? Behold the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome: But, for your son, believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him. But, let it come :Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius? Auf. I was mov'd withal. Cor. I dare be sworn, you were: And, sir, it is no little thing, to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, What peace you'll make, advise me: For my part, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you Stand to me in this cause.-O mother! wife! Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour At difference in thee: out of that I'll work [Aside. [The Ladies make signs to Coriolanus. Cor. Ay, by and by; [To Volumnia, Virgilia, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear A better witness back than words, which we, On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you: all the swords SCENE IV.-Rome. A public place. Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS. Men. See you yond' coign o'the Capitol; yond' corner-stone? Sic. Why, what of that? Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay upon execution. Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man? Men. There is differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing. Sic. He loved his mother dearly. Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in. Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you. Sic. The gods be good unto us! Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them: and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us. Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you; [Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums beaten, all together. Shouting also within. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again. Men. This is good news: I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings: next, Accept my thankfulness. Mess. Sir, we have all [Going. Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Pa tricians, and People. They pass over the stage. 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius: Welcome! A flourish with drums and trumpets. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Antium. A public place. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, The city ports by this hath enter'd, and Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: Despatch. [Exeunt Attendants. Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUS' faction. Most welcome! 1 Con. How is it with our general? As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, 2 Con. Most noble sir, You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you Auf. Sir, I cannot tell ; We must proceed, as we do find the people. 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst Twixt you 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 rais'd him, and I pawn'd Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighten'd, He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, When he did stand for consul, which he lost Auf. That I would have spoke of: 1 Con. So he did, my lord: The army marvell'd at it. And, in the last, When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd For no less spoil, than glory, Auf. There was it ; For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold 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 sound, with great shouts of the people. 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. 2 Con. And patient fools, Auf. I have not deserv'd it ; But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd What I have written to you? Lords. We have. 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. | What faults he made before the last, I think, Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier; Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, Auf. Read it not, noble lords; Cor. Traitor!-How now ?— Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously Whose children he hath slain, their base throats Look'd wondering each at other. Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars! Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,Cor. Ha! Auf. No more. Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust The lie unto him. 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli: Alone I did it.-Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? Con. Let him die for't. [Several speak at once. Cit. [Speaking promiscuously. Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son ;my daughter;-He killed my cousin Marcus;he killed my father. 2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage ;-peace. The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us Shall have judicious hearing.-Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. Cor. O, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Put up your swords. Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, 2 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:- [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanas. A dead march sounded. |