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Enter a Melenger. Mel. Sir, if you'd save your life, Ay to your house ; The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, And hale him up and down : all swearing, if The Roman Ladies bring not comfort home, They'll give him death by inches.
Enter another Messenger. Sic. What's the news?
Mif. Good news, good news, the Ladies have prevailid,
The Volscians are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone :
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
No, not the expulsion of the T'arquins.
Art certain, this is true? is it most certain ?
Mef. As certain, as I know the sun is fire :
Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it ?
Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
As the recomforted through th' gates. Why, hark you;
[Trumpets, Hautboys, Drums beat all together.
The trumpets, fackbuts, psalteries and fifes,
Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans
Make the fun dance. Hark you! [Afbout withix.
Men. This is good news :
I will go meet the Ladies. This Wolumnia
Is worth of confuls, senators, patricians,
A city full: of tribunes, such as you,
A fea and land full. You've pray'd well to-day :
This morning, for ten thoufand of your throats
I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
[Sound fill, with the shouts. Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings : next, Accept my thankfulness.
Mes. Sir, we have all great caufe to give great thanks.
Sic. They're near the city ?
Mef. Almost at point to enter.
Sic. We'll meet them, and help the joy. [Exeunt.
Enter two Senators, with Ladies, paling 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 banilh'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, SCENE changes to a publick Place in Antium .
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with. Attendants.
Auf. G Deliver them this paper having read it,
. O I am :
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.--Most welcome!
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius's faction..
I Con. How is it with our General ?.
Auf. Even so,
As with a man by his own alms imprison'd,,
And with his charity flain..
2 Con. Most noble Sir,
If you do hold the same intent,, wherein
You with'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, whilft
'Twixt you there's difference ; but the fall of either:
Makes the survivor heir: of all.
Auf. I know it;
And iny pretext to strike at him admits.
A good construction. I rais’d him, and pawn'd
Mine honour for his truth ; who being so heighten'd,
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 Cor. Sir, his stoutness
When he did fand 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 way
In all his own defires; nay, let him chuse
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments
In mine own person ; holpe to reap the fame,
Which he did make all his; and took some pride
To do myself this wrong ; 'till, at the last,
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:
The army marvell’d at it, and, at last,
When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd
For no less spoil, than glory –
Auf. There was it ;
(For which my finews shall be stretch'd
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.
i 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, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, Giving him glory. 3 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 deserv'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 last, I think,
Might have found easy 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 ftill subfisting
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 home,
Do more than counterpoife, a full third part,
The charges of the action.
We've made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates,
Than fhame 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.
Cor. Traitor !--how now!.
Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Gaius Marcius; doft thou think,
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stoln name
Coriolanus, in Corioli?
You Lords and heads o'th' ftate, perfidiously
He has betray'd your bufiness, 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, like
A twist of rotten silk, never admitting
Counsel o'th' war; but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory,
That pages bluh'd at him; and men of heart
Look'd wond'ring 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? Oslave !
Pardon me, Lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I'm forc'd to fcold. Your judgments, my grave Lords, ,
Must give this cur the lye; and his own notion,
(Who wears my stripes impreft upon him; that
Must bear my beating to his grave;) shall join.
To thrust the lye 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! falfe hound!
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,
in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your fhaine, by this unholy braggart,