LORDS. Hold, hold, hold, hold. AUF. My noble mafters, hear me fpeak. 1. LORD. O Tullus,2. LORD. Thou haft done a deed whereat valour will weep. 3. LORD. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Put up your fwords. AUF. My lords, when you fhall know (as in this rage, Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Your heaviest cenfure. 1. LORD. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse, Did follow to his urn." 2. LORD. that ever herald His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. AUF. Did follow to his urn. ] This allufion is to a cuflom unknown, I believe, to the ancients, but obferved in the publick funerals of English princes, at the conclufion of which a herald proclaims the Byle of the deceased. STEEVENS. Which to this hour bewail the injury, Affift. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. A dead march founded." - a noble memory.] Memory for memorial, See p. 673, n. 6. STEEVENS. 9 The tragedy of Coriolanus is one of the moft amusing of our author's performances. The old man's merriment in Menenius; the lofty lady's dignity in Volumnia; the bridal modefty in Virgilia; the patrician and military haughtiness in Coriolanus; the plebeian malignity and tribunitian infolence in Brutus and Sicinius, make a very pleafing and interefting variety: and the various revolutions of the hero's fortune fill the mind with anxious curiofity. There is, perhaps, too much buffle in the firft ad, and too little in the laft. JOHNSON. THE END OF THE SEVENTEENTH VOLUME. DEL 1 VILLE LYO Pg * 1895 * |