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You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gracious silence, hail !
Now the gods crown thee! Cor. And live you yet?-O my sweet lady, pardon.
[To Valeria. Vol. I know not where to turn :-0 welcome bome; And welcome, general ;—And you are welcome all.
Men. A hundred thousand welcoines: I could weep,
Your hand, and yours :
[To his Wife and Mother.
I have lived
Know, good mother,
I had rather be their servant in my way,
On, to the Capitol.
The Tribunes remain. Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared
On the sudden,
Then our office may,
Sic. He cannot temperately transport bis honours From where he should begin and end; but will Lose those that he hath won. Bru.
In that there's comfort. Sic. Doubt not, the commoners, for whom we stand, But they, upon their ancient malice, will Forget, with the least cause, these his new honours ; Which that he'll give them, make as little question As he is proud to do't. Bru.
I heard him swear, Were he to stand for consu), never would he Appear i'the market-place, nor on him put The napless vesture of humility;
Nor, showing (as the manner is) his wounds
I wish no better,
'Tis most like, he will.
So it must fall out
This, as you say, suggested At some time when his soaring insolence Sha teach the people (which time shall not want, If he be put upon't; and that's as easy, As to set dogs on sheep), will be his fire To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze Shall darken him for ever.
Enter a Messenger. Bru.
What's the matter? Mess. You are sent for to the Capitol. "Tis thought, That Marcius shall be consul : I have seen The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind To hear him speak : The matrons flang their gloves, Ladies and maids their scarts and handkerchiefs, Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended, As to Jove's statue; and the commons made
A shower, and thunder, with their caps, and shouts :
Let's to the Capitol ;
Hare with you.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. The Capitol.
Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions. 1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here: How many sland for consulships?
2 Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every onc, Coriolanus will carry it.
1 Off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.
2 Off: ’Faith, there have been many great men that have flatter'd the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground: Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition; and, out of his noble carelessness, lets them plainly see't.
1 Off If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good, nor barm; but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.
2 Off. He hath deserved worthily of his country: And his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonnetted, without any further deed to heave them at alí into their estimation and report : but he hath so planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, and not confess so
much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.
1 Of. No more of him; he is a worthy man: Make
way, they are coming. A Sennet. Enter, with Lictors before them, COMINIUS
the Consul, MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, many other Senators, SICINIUS and BRUTUS. The Senators take their Places; the Tribunes take theirs also by themselves.
Men. Having determin’d of the Volces, and To send for Titus Lartius, it remains, As the main point of this our after-meeting, To gratify his noble service, that Hath thus stood for his country: Therefore, please you, Most reverend and grave elders, to desire The present consul, and last general In our well-found successes, to report A little of that worthy work perform’d By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom We meet here, both to thank, and to remember With honours like himself. 1 Sen.
Speak, good Cominius:
We are convented
Which the rather
That's off, that's off;