Say yea to thy defires. A thoufand welcomes! Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand, moft welcome! SCENE V. Enter two Servants. Ser. Here's a ftrangealteration. [Exeunt. 2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a falfe report of him. 1 Ser. What an arm he has he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would fet top. up a 2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was fomething in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methought I cannot tell how to term it, 1 Ser. He had fo; looking as it were 'would I were hang'd, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. 2 Ser. So did I, I'll be fworn. He is fimply the j rareft man i'th' world. 1 Ser. I think, he is; but a greater Soldier than he, you wot one. 2 Ser. Who, my mafter? 1 Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Ser. Worth fix of him. 1 Ser. Nay, not fo neither; but I take him to be the greater Soldier. 2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to fay that; for the defence of a Town, our General is excellent. 1 Ser. Ay, and for an affault too. Enter Enter a third Servant.. 3 Ser. Oh, flaves, I can tell you news, news, you rafcals. Both. What, what, what? let's partake. 3 Ser. I would not be a R man, of all nations. I had as lieve be a condemn'd man. Both. Wherefore? wherefore? 3. Ser. Why here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Caius Marcius. 1. Ser. Why do you fay, thwack our General? 3 Ser. I do not fay, thwack our General; but he was always good enough for him. 2 Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends. He was ever too hard for him. I have heard him fay fo himfelf. I Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to fay the troth on't. Before Corioli, he scotcht him and nocht him like a carbonado. 2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too. 1 Ser. But, more of thy news; 3 Ser. Why, he is fo made on here within, as if he were Son and Heir to Mars; fet at upper end o'th" table; no question afk'd him by any of the Senators, but they stand bald before him. Our general himfelf makes a Mistress of him, 'fanctifies himfelf with's hands, and turns up the white o'th' eye to his difcourfe.. But the bottom of the news is, our General is cut i'th' middle, and but one half of what he was yefterday. For the Other has half, by the Intreaty and Grant of the whole table. He'll go, he fays, and fowle the porter of Rome gates by th' ears. He will 'fan&tifies him felf with's hands,] Alluding, improperly, to the act, of croing upon any strange event. • He'll fowle the porter of 2 Rome gates by th' aars.] That is mow mow down all before him, and leave his paffage poll❜d. 2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine. 3 Ser. Do't! he will do't. For, look you, Sir, he has as many friends as enemies, which friends, Sir, as it were, durft not, look you, Sir, fhew themselves, as we term it, his friends, whilft he's in directitude. 1 Ser. Directitude? What's that?4. 3 Ser. But when they fhall fee, Sir, his Crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burroughs, like conies after rain, and revel all with him. 1 Ser. But when goes this forward? 3. Ser. Tomorrow; to day; prefently. You shall have the drum ftruck up this afternoon. 'Tis, as it were, a parcel of their feaft, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips. 2 Ser. Why, then we fhall have a ftirring world again. This peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease tailors, and breed ballad-makers. 1 Ser. Let me have war, fay 1; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's fprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy;" lethargy, mull'd, deaf, fleepy, infenfible, a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men. 2 Ser. 'Tis fo; and as war in fome fort may be faid to be a ravisher, fo it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. 1 Ser. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. 3 Ser. Reafon; because they then lefs need one 3 bis paffage poll'd.] That is, bared, cleared. 4 full of vent.] Full of rumours full of materials for difcourfe. 5 because they then lefs need one another :] Shakespear when he chooses to give us fome weighty obfervation upon human nature, not much to the credit of it, generally (as the intelligent reader may ocferve) puts it into the mouth of fome low buffoon character. WARBURTON. an another. The wars, for my money. I hope, to fee Romans as cheap as Volfcians. They are rifing, they are rifing. Both. In, in, in, in. [Exeunt. VI. Sit. SCENE A publick Place in ROME. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. E hear not of him, neither need we fear him. WE • His remedies are tame i'th' prefent peace, Enter Menenius. Bru. We ftood to't in good time. Is this Menenius? Sic. Tis he, 'tis he. O he is grown moft kind of late. Hail, Sir! Men. Hail to you both! Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much mifs'd, but with his Friends; the Commonwealth doth ftand, and fo would do, were he more angry at it. Men. All's well, and might have been much better, if he could have temporiz❜d. Sic. Where is he, hear you? Men. Nay, I hear nothing. His mother and his wife hear nothing from him. Enter three or four Citizens. All. The Gods preferve you both! Bru. Good-e'en to you all; good-e'en to you all. Are bound to pray for you both. Sic. Live and thrive! Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours: We will'd Coriclanus had lov'd you as we did. All. Now the Gods keep you! Both Tri. Farewel, farewel. [Exeunt Citizens. Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, Than when thefe fellows ran about the streets, Bru. Caius Marcius was A worthy officer i'th' war, but infolent, Sic. And affecting one fole Throne, Without affistance. Men. Nay, I think not fo. Sic. We had by this, to all our Lamentation, If he had gone forth Conful, found it so. Bru. The Gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits fafe and ftill without him. 7affecting one fole Throne, without Alors; without any Without afiflance.] That is, other fuffrage. Enter |